Hymns  and  Songs 


Catholic  Children, 


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New  Yukk : 
HOLIC  PUBLICATION  SOCIETY 
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FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM-  TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


Hymns  and  Songs 


\  Catholic 


New  Yokk: 

THE  CATHOLIC  PUBLICATION  SOCIETY, 

9  Barclay   Stksbt. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress  in  the  year  1870,  by 

CATHOLIC  PUBLICATION  SOCIETY  CO., 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States' 
for  the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 


PREFACE. 


This  volume  has  been  compiled  to  meet  a 
want  long  felt  in  this  parish,  and  at  the 
expressed  desire  of  many  other  pastors. 

It  furnishes  a  choice  selection  of  hymns, 
in  good  type,  and  at  a  price  within  the  reach 
of  every  child.  The  writer  designs  to  publish 
soon  a  cheap  and  popular  book  of  music, 
arranged  for  these  hymns. 

The  author  submits  it  to  those  entrusted 
with  the  instruction  of  the  young,  hoping  it 
may  assist  them  in  their  arduous  work. 

Church  of  St.  Paul  the  Apostle, 

Fifty-ninth  St..  New  York, 
Easter,  1870. 


CONTENTS. 


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A  solemn  Hymn  of  Thanksgiving  (*44) , .      9 

All  hail  !  the  power  of  Jesus'  Name  (*85) 97 

All  ye  who  groan  beneath  (*148) 150 

Angels  we  have  heard  on  High  (*76) 21 

At  the  Cross  her  Station  keeping 61 

As  pants  the  Hart  for  cooling  Streams 88 

Ave  Maris  Stella  (Latin) 46 

Ave  Maris  Stella  (English) 137 

Blessed  be  the  Love  of  Jesus 81 

Blest  is  the  Faith,  divine  and  strong 178 

Brightly  gleams  our  Banner 201 

Blest  Spirits  of  Light  (*123) 158 

By  th'  Archangel's  Word  of  Love 15 

Commandments  of  the  Church  (*170) ,  „  171 

Christians,  to  the  War  ! 186 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  who  ever  one  (*111) 73 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator  blest 73 

Christmas  Carol  (*79) 23 

Day  of  Wrath  !  0  Day  of  Mourning  !.     12 

Daily,  daily  sing  to  Mary 136 

Dear  Husband  of  Mary  (*178) 148 

Evening  (*190) 194 

From  the  highest  Heights  of  Glory 153 

Faith  of  our  Fathers 179 


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First  Floweret  of  the  Desert  Wild 157 

Full  in  the  panting  Heart  of  Rome 177 

;    Great  God,  we  thank  Thee 175 

Gentle  Star  of  Ocean  (*139) 137 

Glory  be  to  Jesus  (*  116) 95 

God  rest  "ye,  merry  Gentlemen  (*79) 24 

God  of  Mercy  and  Compassion 43 

God  bless  our  Pope ; 177 

Hymn  in  Honor  of  the  Blessed  Sacrament  (*51)..  74 

Holy  God,  we  praise  Thy  Name  (*44) 9 

Hark,  hark,  my  Soul,  angelic  Songs  are  swelling.  164 

-— — •  Hear  Thy  Children,  gentle  Jesus 196 

Happy  we  who,  thus  united 175 

Hail,  Queen  of  Heaven  1 138 

Hail,  Thou  living  Bread  from  Heaven  !  (*48)... .  84 

Hail,  Virgin  of  Virgins  !  (*119) 120 

Hail,  Virgin  !  dearest  Mary  (*136) 141 

Hail,  Ocean  Star  !  (*90) 113 

Hail,  bright  Star  of  Ocean  ! 126 

Hail,  Holy  Mission! 200 

Holy  Patron,  thee  Saluting  (*146) 146 

Heart  of  the  Holy  Child 103 

Heaven  is  the  Prize 169 

Hail,  holy  Joseph 149 

Hark  !  the  Herald  Angels  sing 69 

Hymn  of  the  Passion 55 


Contents.  3 

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Infant's  Hymn  to  the  Blessed  Virgin  Mary  (*122).  112 

I  saw  three  Ships  come  sailing  in 33 

In  Bethlehem  Town  He  lay  Him  down  (*82).. ...     36 

I  am  a  little  Catholic  (*165) 181 

I  met  the  Good  Shepherd  (*159) 163 

Infant  Jesus,  meek  and  mild 103 

I'll  never  forsake  Thee,  I  never  will  be 180 

Invocation  to  the  Holy  Ghost 73 

Jesus  subject  to  His  Parents 101 

Jesus,  ever-loving  Saviour 58 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All  (*46) 80 

Jesus,  gentlest  Saviour  (*62) 91 

Jesus,  the  very  Thought  of  Thee  (*86) 98 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day  (*106) 71 

Jesus,  Jesus,  come  to  me 89 

Joy,  Joy,  the  Mother  comes 117 

Lead  me  to  Thy  peaceful  Manger 33 

Let  the  deep  Organ  swell  the  Lay ....  156 

Little  Children,  Hail  the  Morn  (*122) 113 

Litany  of  the  Blessed  Virgin 143 

Lauda  Sion  Salvatorem  (*51) 74 

Magnificat  !  Inspired  Word  (*118) , . . .  115 

Mother  Mary,  at  thine  Altar  (*141) . 130 

Maiden  Mother,  meek  and  mild 129 

Mary,  Mother  !  shield  us 133 

My  Jesus,  say,  what  Wretch  has  dared  ? 47 


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Mary  to  the  Saviour's  Tomb 68 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised 99 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee  (*161) 166 

Now  with  the  fast  departing  Light  (*191) 195 

Our  Father  who  art  in  Heaven 207 

0  divinest  Childhood  t  (*75) 30 

O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  !  (*173) 168 

0  Jesus  Christ !  remember  (*50) 90 

Oh  !  sing  a  joyous  Carol  (*78) 28 

0  Jerusalem  beloved  !  (*88) 37 

One  God  alone  thou  shalt  adore  (*170) 171 

Oh  !  come  and  mourn  with  me  (*93) ...  56 

Oft  in  Danger,  oft  in  Woe  (*152) 188 

O  Jesus,  God  and  Man  !  (*158) 103 

Oh  !  how  much  I  love  that  sweet  Story  (*172). . .  101 

O  Vault  of  Heaven,  clear  and  bright 85 

Oh  !  balmy  and  bright 125 

O  lovely  Voices  of  the  Sky 27 

O  God  of  Mercy  !  pity  us 42 

Our  Native  Land 206 

On  Sundays,  Holydays  likewise 172 

Once  in  Royal  David's  City  (*206) 20 

O  Sons  and  Daughters,  let  us  sing  (*104) 63 

.  Oh  I  come  to  the  merciful  Saviour 198 

O  Christ !  Thy  guilty  People  spare » 15 

O'erwhelmed  in  Depths  of  Woe  (*100) 55 


Contents.  5 

PAGB 

Oh !  turn  those  blessed  Points 60 

Onward  !  Christian  Soldiers 204 

Once  more  the  solemn  Season  calls 41 

0  Salutaris  Hostia  (*65) 209 

0  purest  of  Creatures 109 

0  Mary,  my  Mother  !  most  lovely,  most  mild.. . .  135 

0  Child  of  God,  remember  (*155) 185 

Oh!  turn  to  Jesus,  Mother,  turn 107 

Our  Evening  Hymn  (*188) 197 

O  Maria,  sine  Labe  concepta 112 

Praises  of  the  Blessed  Sacrament 85 

Rock  of  Ages,  rent  for  me  (*117) 96 

St.  Rose  of  Lima 157 

School  Hymn  (*158). 103 

St,  Mary  Magdalene 152 

Saint  Joseph  (*146) 146 

Saint  Paul  (*148) 150 

See,  He  comes  whom  every  Nation  (*69) 11 

See,  amid  the  Winter's  Snow  (*71) 17 

Saint  Agnes,  holy  Child  (*151) 154 

Smile  Praises,  O  Sky  !  (*108) 66 

Snow  and  Rain  have  vanished  (*137) 123 

Star  of  Jacob,  ever  beaming  (*121) , 123 

Star  of  the  Ocean,  hail  !  (*141) 128 

Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go  (*188) 197 

See  !  the  Morning  Star  is  dwelling  (*204) 19 


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Sing  the  Battle  sharp  and  glorious  (*202) 67 

Sing,  sing,  ye  Angel  Bands 118 

Sweet  Angel  of  Mercy  (*124) 159 

,  Summer's  Departure  (*198) 189 

Stabat  Mater '. 61 

Tantum  Ergo 209 

The  most  Holy  Sacrifice 87 

The  Seven  Dolors 62 

The  Spear  and  the  Nails 60 

The  Stations  of  the  Cross 49 

Three  Knights  of  Orient 39 

Thou  loving  Maker  of  Mankind 54 

The  Magnificat 115 

The  precious  Blood 95 

The  Resurrection 63 

The  Snow  lay  on  the  Ground  (*79) 23 

The  Leaves  around  me  falling  (*1 97) 190 

The  glory  of  Summer  has  faded  and  fled  (*198)..  189 

t  Then  thou  hast  conquered,  then  at  last  (*192). . .   192 

Two  thousand  Years  ago  (*166) 182 

The  Son  of  God  came  down  from  Heaven  (*94) . .     49 

There  sat  a  Lady  all  on  the  Ground  (*140) 140 

The  joyous  Birds  are  singing 124 

The  Night  is  come  (*190) 194 

This  is  the  Image  of  the  Queen  (*134) 133 

The  Cross  !  the  Cross  ! 44 


Contents,  7 

PAGH 

The  Church  has  Seven  Sacraments 173 

The  Name  of  Jesus 97 

The  Lord's  Prayer 207 

The  Sinner  invited  to  the  Mission 198 

The  Commendation  (*191) 195 

The  Sign  of  the  Cross  (*15o) 185 

The  Church  of  the  Saints 180 

The  Seven  Sacraments 173 

The  Presentation  in  the  Temple,  on  Candlemas 

Day 37 

The  Souls  of  the  FaithfuL 104 

The  Pilgrim  Queen  of  Merry  England  (*140). ...  140 

The  Patronage  of  St.  Joseph 148 

To  St.  Caecilia. 156 

The  Good  Shepherd 163 

The  Pilgrims  of  the  Night 164 

The  Commandments 171 

Te  Deum  Laudamus 9 

What  Happiness  can  equal  mine  ?  (*58) 93 

What  lovely  Infant  can  this  be  ?  (*73) 26 

When  the  loving  Shepherd 78 

When  the  Patriarch  was  returning 87 

We  three  Kings  of  Orient  are 39 

When  Morning  gilds  the  Skies 99 

What  a  Sea  of  Tears  and  Sorrows  ! 62 

When  I  Survey  the  wondrous  Cross 53 


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Ye  Souls  of  the  Faithful  104 

Yes,  Heaven  is  the  Prize 169 

AdoroTe 211 

Ave  Verum 211 

Close  veiled  in  that  sweet  Sacrament 226 

Holy  Spirit!  Lord  of  Light  ! 223 

Hymn  for  Apostles 230 

Hymn  for  a  Bishop  or  a  Confessor 231 

Hymn  for  Holy  Women 233 

Hymn  for  a  Martyr 230 

Hymn  on  the  Passion  236 

Hymn  for  Virgins  232 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  Home 235 

Jerusalem,  thou  City  Blest 234 

Jesus,  I  my  Cross  have  Taken 227 

Majesty  Divine 221 

0  come,  0  come,  Emmanuel 222 

O  cor  Jesu 211 

0  Vision  bright !  (*229) 229 

O  Wounded  Heart ! 225 

The  Sodality  Office 212 


Note. — All  the  Hymns  marked  with  an  asterisk  (*)  and  figure 
Will  be  found  set  to  appropriate  Music  in  Father  Young's  Cath- 
olic Hymns  and  Canticles  ;  the  figure  denotes  the  page  of  that 
work. 


HYMNS  AND    SONGS 

I   OR 

Catholic  Children. 


TE  DEUM  LAUDAMUS. 

A   SOLEMN  HYMN  OF  THANKSGIVING. 

OLY  God,  we  praise  Thy  Name  ! 
Lord  of  all,  we  bow  before  Thee  ! 
All  on  earth  Thy  sceptre  claim, 
All  in  Heaven  above  adore  Thee ; 
Infinite  Thy  vast  domain, 
Everlasting  is  Thy  reign. 

Hark  !  the  loud  celestial  hymn 
Angel  choirs  above  are  raising.' 

Cherubim  and  Seraphim, 
In  unceasing  chorus  praising, 


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Fill  the  heavens  with  sweet  accord : 
Holy  !   Holy  !    Holy  Lord  ! 

Lo  !'  the  Apostolic  train 

Join,  thy  sacred  name  to  hallow  ! 
Prophets  swell  the  loud  refrain, 
And  the  white-robed  Martyrs  follow : 
And  from  morn  to  set  of  sun, 
Through  the  Church  the  song  goes  on. 

Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 

Holy  Spirit,  Three  we  name  Thee, 
While  in  essence  only  One 

Undivided  God,  we  claim  Thee  ; 

And  adoring  bend  the  knee, 

While  we  own  the  mystery. 

Thou  art  King  of  Glory,  Christ ! 
Son  of  God,  yet  born  of  Mary ; 
For  us  sinners  sacrificed, 
And  to  death  a  tributary  ; 

First  to  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Thou  hast  open'd  Heaven  to  Faith. 

From  Thy  high  celestial  home, 
Judge  of  all,  again  returning, 


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We  believe  that  Thou  shalt  come, 
On  the  dreadful  Doomsday  morning, 
When  Thy  voice  shall  shake  the  earth, 
And  the  startled  dead  come  forth. 

Spare  Thy  people,  Lord  !   we  pray, 

By  a  thousand  snares  surrounded  ; 
Keep  us  without  sin  to-day, 
Never  let  us  be  confounded. 
Lo  !   I  put  my  trust  in  Thee, 
Never,  Lord,  abandon  me. 


ADVENT. 

SEE    HE    COMES. 

EE,  He  comes  !  whom  every  nation, 
Taught  of  God,  desired  to  see  ; 
Fill'd  with  hope  and  expectation 

That  He  would  their  Saviour  be. 
Sing,  oh  !  sing  with  exultation, 

Haste  we  to  our  Father's  home  ; 
Peace,  redemption,  joy,  salvation, 
Now  from  Heaven  to  earth  are  come. 


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See,  He  comes  !  whom  kings  and  sagas, 

Prophets,  patriarchs  of  old, 
Distant  climes,  and  countless  ages, 

Waited  eager  to  behold. 
Sing,  oh  !  sing  with  exultation, 

Haste  we  to  our  Father's  home  ; 
Peace,  redemption,  joy,  salvation, 

Now  from  Heaven  to  earth  are  come. 

See  the  Lamb  of  God  appearing, 

God  of  God,  from  Heaven  above  ! 
See  the  Heavenly  Bridegroom  cheering 

His  dear  Bride  with  words  of  love  ! 
Glory  to  th'  Eternal  Father, 

Glory  to  th'  Incarnate  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Holy  Spirit, 

Glory  to  the  Three  in  One  ! 


DA  Y  OF  WRA  TH  !    O  DAY  OF  MOURNING  I 


AY  of  wrath  !   O  day  of  mourning  ! 
See  fulfilled  the  prophets'  warning ! 


Heaven  and  earth  doth  pass  away  ! 


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Oh  !  what  fear  man's  bosom  rendeth, 
When  from  Heaven  the  Judge  descendeth, 
Just  and  sinners  to  repay. 

Hark,  the  trumpet-blast  appalling  ! 
On  the  grave's  deep  stillness  falling, 
Small  and  great  the  summons  hear. 

And  the  buried  generations, 
People  of  all  times  and  nations, 
Stand  before  the  Throne  in  fear. 

Lo,  the  Book  exactly  worded  ! 
Wherein  all  hath  been  recorded, 
Shall  be  held  before  our  sight. 

When  that  Court  shall  hold  its  session, 
Every  mouth  shall  make  confession, 
Every  deed  be  brought  to  light. 

What  shall  I,  frail  man,  be  pleading, 
Who  for  me  be  interceding, 
When  the  just  of  help  have  need  ? 

Awful  King  of  earth  and  heaven, 
Thou  to  me  Thy  grace  hast  given, 
Let  Thy  mercy  for  me  plead. 


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Blessed  Jesus,  our  salvation 
Caused  Thy  wondrous  Incarnation, 
Thee  Thy  Cross  and  Passion  cost. 

Guilty  now,  we  pour  our  moaning, 
All  our  shame  with  anguish  owning, 
Jesus,  let  me  not  be  lost ! 

Thou  the  sinful  woman  savedst, 
Thou  the  dying  thief  forgavest, 
Pardon  also  grant  to  me. 

When  thou  makest  separation, 
With  Thy  sheep  assign  my  station, 
Safe  from  hell's  dark  misery. 

Day  of  weeping  and  of  wailing  ! 
Human  hearts  and  fates  unveiling  ! 
Day  when  sinners  may  despair  ! 

Then,  oh  !  then,  from  my  long  slumber, 
Standing,  trembling,  'mid  that  number, 
Spare  me,  God  of  mercy,  spare  ! 


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O  CHRIST,    THY  GUILTY  PEOPLE  SPARE. 

CHRIST,  Thy  guilty  people  spare  ; 
Lo,  kneeling  at  Thy  gracious  throne, 
Thy  Virgin  Mother  pours  her  prayer, 
Imploring  pardon  for  her  own. 

Ye  Prophets  and  Apostles  high, 

Behold  our  contrite  sighs  and  tears  ; 

And  plead  for  us  when  death  is  nigh, 
And  our  all-searching  Judge  appears. 

Ye  Martyrs  all,  a  purple  band, 

And  Confessors,  a  white-robed  train  ; 

Oh  !  call  us  to  our  native  land 
From  this,  our  exile,  back  again. 

Drive  from  the  flocks,  O  spirits  blest ! 

The  false  and  faithless  race  away  ; 
That  all  within  one  fold  may  rest, 

Secure  beneath  one  shepherd's  sway  ! 

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BY  TH  ARCHANGEL'S  WORD  OF  LOVE. 

Y  th'  Archangel's  word  of  love, 
That  announced  Thee  from  above, 
By  the  grace  to  Mary  given, 


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By  Thy  first  descent  from  Heaven, 
Now,  when  Thou  to  us  dost  say, 
"Meet  me  on  the  Judgment  Day" — 
Child  of  Mary,  hear  our  prayer, 
Help  us  sinners  to  prepare. 

By  that  journey  made  in  haste, 
O'er  the  desert  mountain  waste, 
By  that  voice  whose  heavenly  word, 
Yet  unborn  the  Baptist  heard, 
Now,  when  Thou  to  us  dost  say, 
"  Meet  me  on  the  Judgment  Day" — 
Child  of  Mary,  hear  our  prayer, 
Help  us  sinners  to  prepare. 

By  thy  poor  and  lowly  lot, 
By  the  manger  and  the  grot, 
By  thy  infant  feet  and  hands, 
Folded  in  the  swathing  bands, 
Now,  when  Thou  to  us  dost  say, 
"Meet  me  on  the  Judgment  Day" — 
Child  of  Mary,  hear  our  prayer, 
Help  us  sinners  to  prepare. 

By  the  joy  of  Simeon  blest, 

When  he  clasped  Thee  to  his  breast, 


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By  the  widow'd  Anna's  song, 
Pour'd  amid  the  wondering  throng. 
Now,  when  Thou  to  us  dost  say. 
Meet  me  on  the  Judgment  Day  " — 
Child  of  Mary,  hear  our  prayer, 
Help  us  sinners  to  prepare. 


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CHRISTMAS. 

SEE,  AMID   THE   WINTER'S  SNOW. 

|EE,  amid  the  winter's  snow, 
Born  for  us  on  earth  below  ; 
Christ  our  Lord  is  born  for  us  on  earth  below. 
See,  the  tender  Lamb  appears, 
Promised  from  eternal  years  ! 
Sing  thro'  all  Jerusalem, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem  ; 
Sing  Christ  our  Lord  is  born  a  child  in 
Bethlehem. 
Chorus. — Hail,  thou  ever-blessed  morn  ! 

Hail,  Redemption's  happy  dawn  ! 
Sing  thro'  all,  etc. 


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Lo  !   within  a  manger  lies 

He  who  built  the  starry  skies  ; 

Mary's  child  is  he  who  built  the  starry  skies. 

He  who,  thron'd  in  height  sublime, 

Sits  amid  the  Cherubim  ! 

Chorus. — Hail,  etc. 

Say,  ye  holy  shepherds,  say, 
What  your  joyful  news  to-day  ? 
What  can  be  your  glad  and  joyful  news  to- 
day ? 
Wherefore  have  ye  left  your  sheep 
On  the  lonely  mountain  steep  ? 

Chorus. — Hail,  etc. 

"  As  we  watched  at  dead  of  night, 
Lo  !   we  saw  a  wondrous  light ; 
High    in    heaven,   lo  !    we  saw  a  wondrous 

light ; 
Angels  singing,  '  Peace  on  earth  !' 
Told  us  of  the  Saviour's  birth." 

Chorus. — Hail,  etc. 

Sacred  Infant,  all  divine, 
What  a  tender  love  was  Thine  ! 


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Blessed  Saviour,  what  a  tender  love  was  Thine  ! 
Thus  to  come  from  highest  bliss 
Down  to  such  a  world  as  this  ! 

Chorus. — Hail,  etc. 

Teach,  oh  !  teach  us,  Holy  Child, 

By  Thy  face  so  meek  and  mild, 

By  Thy  sacred  little  face  so  meek  and  mild — 

Teach  us  to  resemble  Thee 

In  Thy  sweet  humility. 

Chorus. — Hail,  etc. 

Virgin  Mother,  Mary  blest, 

By  the  joys  that  fill  thy  breast, 

By  the  flood  of  heavenly  joys  that  fill  thy  breast, 

Pray  for  us,  that  we  may  prove 

Worthy  of  our  Saviour's  love. 

Chorus. — Hail,  etc. 


SEE  !     THE  MORNING  STAR  IS  DWELLING. 

EE  !    the  morning  star  is  dwelling 
On  the  eastern  mountain's  height 
See  !   the  day  all  days  excelling 
Bursts  upon  our  aching  sight. 


Hymns  and  Songs 

Sing  we  then  our  carol  free, 
Ckristus  Natus,  Natus  Hodie. 

Long  our  watch  has  been,  and  dreary, 

Long  we  wandered  from  afar, 
So  the  wise  men,  worn  and  weary, 
Followed  still  the  leading  star, 
Till  the  Day-spring's  self  they  see, 
Christus  Natus,  Natus  Hodie. 

Hence,  away  !   all  care  and  sadness  ! 

Hence,  and  ne'er  return  again  ! 
Angels  sing  with  notes  of  gladness, 
"  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men ;' 
Join  we  then  in  carol  free, 
Christus  Natus,  Natus  Hodie* 


ONCE   IN  ROYAL   DAVID'S   CITY. 

NCE  in  royal  David's  city 
Stood  a  lowly  cattle-shed, 
Where  a  mother  laid  her  Baby, 
In  a  manger  for  His  bed. 
Mary  was  that  mother  mild, 
Jesus  Christ  her  little  child. 


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He  came  down  to  earth  from  Heaven 

Who  is  God  and  Lord  of  all, 
And  His  shelter  was  a  stable, 
And  His  cradle  was  a  stall ; 

With  the  poor,  and  mean,  and  lowly, 
Lived  on  earth  our  Saviour  holy. 

And  our  eyes  at  last  shall  see  Him, 
Through  his  own  redeeming  love, 
For  that  Child  so  dear  and  gentle, 
Is  our  Lord  in  Heaven  above. 
And  He  leads  His  children  on, 
To  the  place  where  He  is  gone. 

Not  in  that  poor  lowly  stable, 

With  the  oxen  slumbering  by, 
We  shall  see  Him  ;  but  in  Heaven, 
Set  at  God's  right  hand  on  high  ; 

When,  like  stars,  His  children  crowned. 
All  in  white,  shall  wait  around. 


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ANGELS  WE  HAVE  HEARD  ON  HIGH. 


NGELS  we  have  heard  on  high, 
Sweetly  singing  o'er  our  plains, 
And  the  mountains  in  reply, 
Echo  back  their  joyous  strains  ; 
Sing,  oh  !    sing,  this  blessed  morn, 
Jesus  Christ  to-day  is  born. 
Chorus. — Gloria  in  excelsis  Deo!     (Twice.) 

Shepherds,  why  this  jubilee  ? 

Why  your  rapturous  strain  prolong  ? 
Say,  what  may  the  tidings  be, 

Which  inspire  your  heavenly  song? 
Sing,  oh  !    sing,  etc. 

Come  to  Bethlehem,  come  and  see 
Him  whose  birth  the  angels  sing ; 

Come,  adore  on  bended  knee, 
Th'  Infant  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 
Sing,  oh  !   sing,  etc. 

See,  within  a  manger  laid, 

Jesus,  Lord  of  Heaven  and  earth  ! 
Mary,  Joseph,  lend  your  aid, 

With  us  sing  our  Saviour's  birth. 
Sing,  oh  !   sing,  etc. 


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CHRISTMAS  CAROL. 

HE  snow  lay  on  the  ground, 
The  star  shone  bright, 
When  Christ  our  Lord  was  born 
On  Christmas  night. 

Vetiite  adoremus  Dominum.     (  Twice.) 


'Twas  Mary,  daughter  pure 

Of  holy  Anne, 
That  brought  into  this  world 

The  God-made  man. 

Venite  adoremus  Dominum.    (  Twice.) 

She  laid  him  in  a  stall, 

At  Bethlehem, 
The  ass  and  oxen  shaied 

The  roof  with  them. 

Venite  adoremus  Dominum.     (  Twice.) 

Saint  Joseph,  too,  was  by, 

To  tend  the  Child, 
To  guard  Him  and  protect 

His  mother  mild. 

Venite  adoremus  Dominum.     (  Twice.) 


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The  angels  hovered  round, 

And  sung  this  song, 
Ven»'te  adoremus 

Dominum. 

Venite  adoremus  Dominum.     (  Twice.) 

And  then  that  manger  poor 

Became  a  throne  : 
For  He,  whom  Mary  bore, 

Was  God  the  Son. 

Venite  adoremus  Dominum.     (  Twice.) 

0  come,  then,  let  us  join 

The  Heavenly  host, 
To  praise  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Holy  Ghost. 

Venii*  adoremus  Dominum.     (  Twice.) 


GOD  REST  YE,  MERRY  GENTLEMEN. 

[OD    rest   ye,  merry  gentlemen,  let  no- 
thing 5  on  dismay, 
For  Jesus    Christ,  our  Saviour,  was  born  on 
Christmas-day. 


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The  dawn  rose  red  o'er  Bethlehem,  the  stars 

shone  through  the  gray, 
When  Jesus  Christ,  our  Saviour,  was  born  on 

Christmas-day. 


God  rest  ye,  little  children,  let  nothing  you  af- 
fright, 

For  Jesus  Christ,  our  Saviour,  was  born  this 
happy  night ; 

Along  the  hills  of  Galilee  the  white  flock  sleep- 
ing lay, 

When  Christ,  the  Child  of  Nazareth,  was  born 
on  Christmas-day. 

God  rest  ye,  all  good  Christians,  upon  this 
blessed  morn, 

The  Lord  of  all  good  Christians  was  of  a  wo- 
man born  ; 

Now  all  your  sorrows  He  doth  heal,  your  sins 
He  takes  away  ; 

For  Jesus  Christ,  our  Saviour,  was  born  on 
Christmas-de". 


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WHAT  LOVELY  INFANT  CAN  THIS  BE? 

HAT  lovely  Infant  can  this  be, 


,  Twice. 
That  in  the  little  crib  I  see  ? 

So  sweetty  on  the  straw  it  lies —      )  ~    . 

It  must  have  come  from  Paradise. 


Who  is  that  Lady  kneeling  by,  )  T    . 
And  gazing  on,  so  tenderly  ?      ) 
Oh  !  that  is  Mary,  ever  blest,        )  T    . 
How  full  of  joy  her  holy  breast  !  ) 

What  man  is  that  who  seems  to  smile  )  ~,    . 
And  look  so  blissful  all  the  while  ?    ) 
'Tis  holy  Joseph,  good  and  true  ;    )  ~    . 
The  Infant  makes  him  happy  too.  f 

What  makes  the  crib  so  bright  and  \ 

clear  ?  >  Twice. 

What  voices  sing  so  sweetly  here  ?    ) 
Ah  i  see,  behind  the  window-pane,  )  fw'-c 
The  little  angels  looking  in  !  ) 

Who  are  those  people  kneeling  down,  \ 
With  crooked  sticks  and  hands  so  >  Twice. 
brown  ?  ) 


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The  shepherds  on  the  mountain-top, 
The  little  angels  woke  them  up. 

The  ox  and  ass,  how  still  and  mild 
They  stand  beside  the  Holy  Child  ; 
They  warm  so  kindly  with  their  breath 
His  little  body  underneath. 

Hail,  holy  cave  !   though  dark  thou  be, 
The  world  is  lighted  up  from  thee. 
Hail,  Holy  Babe  !   creation  stands, 
And  moves  upon  Thy  little  hands. 


O   LOVELY  VOICES   OF    THE  SKY 7 

LOVELY  voices  of  the  sky ! 
That  hymned  the  Saviour's  birth, 
Are  3^e  not  singing  still  on  high 

Who  once  sang  "  Peace  on  earth  "  ? 
Still  o'er  us  float  those  holy  strains 

Wherewith,  in  days  gone  by, 
Ye  blessed  the  lowly  Syrian  swains — 
O  voices  of  the  sky  ! 


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O  clear  and  shining  light !  whose  beams 

A  heavenly  radiance  shed 
Around  the  palms  and  o'er  the  streams, 

And  on  the  shepherd's  head, 
Be  near  through  life,  be  near  in  death, 

As  in  that  holiest  night 
Of  hope,  of  gladness,  and  of  faith — 

O  clear  and  shining  light ! 

O  star  which  ledst  to  Him  whose  love  ~ 

Brought  down  man's  ransom  free  ! 
Thou  still  art  'midst  the  hosts  above ; 

We  still  may  gaze  on  thee. 
In  heaven  thy  light  doth  never  set ; 

Thy  raj's  earth  may  not  dim. 
Oh  !  send  them  forth  to  guide  us  yet, 

Bright  star  which  led  to  Him. 

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OH  t    SING  A    JOYOUS  CAROL. 


H  !  sing  a  joyous  carol 
Unto  the  Holy  Child, 


And  praise  with  gladsome  voices 
His  Mother  undefiied. 


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Our  youthful  voices,  greeting, 

Shall  hail  our  infant  King, 
And  our  sweet  Lady  listens 

When  children's  voices  sing. 

Who  is  there  meekly  lying  \ 

In  yonder  stable  poor  ? 
Dear  children,  it  is  Jesus; 

He  bids  you  now  adore. 
Who  is  there  kneeling  by  Him      1 

In  virgin  beauty  fair?  / 

It  is  our  Mother  Mary ;  | 

She  bids  you  all  draw  near.       } 

Who  is  there  near  the  manger 

That  guards  the  holy  Child  ? 
It  is  the  great  St.  Joseph, 

Chaste  spouse  of  Mary  mild. 
Dear  children,  oh  !    how  joyful 

With  them  in  heaven  to  be  ! 
God  grant  that  none  be  missing 

From  that  festivity. 


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O   DI VI NEST   CHILDHOOD  / 


DIVINEST  childhood 
Of  my  Saviour  dear  ! 
How,  in  very  weakness, 

Does  His  strength  appear! 
How  Thy  beauty,  Jesu, 

Ravishes  my  heart  ! 
How,  the  more  abased, 
The  greater  still  Thou  art. 

Hither  speed,  ye  angels, 

On  exultant  wing ; 
View,  in  this  poor  manger, 

Heaven's  eternal  King. 
Ah  !  by  faith  instructed, 

How  I  joy  to  see 
These  first  tears  of  pity 

Which  He  sheds  for  me. 


O  mysterious  silence ! 

Eloquence  Divine ! 
O  exact  obedience  ! 

Would  that  such  were  mine  ! 


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Near  our  little  Jesus 
Docile  grows  my  mind, 

Nor  can  aught  perplexing 
In  His  Gospel  find. 

Does  not  this  sweet  Infant 

Seem  to  thee  to  say, 
Cast  thy  heartless  trusting 

In  thyself  away. 
Know  that  if  thou  learn  not 

To  resemble  Me, 
Happiness  celestial 

Ne'er  can  fall  on  thee. 

"  Come,  ye  little  children, 

Unto  Me  draw  nigh  ; 
For  'tis  such  as  you  that 

Dwell  with  Me  on  high, 
Who,  in  love  and  meekness, 

From  all  malice  free, 
Serve  their  dear  Redeemer 

With  simplicity. 

"  I,  who  pride  and  greatness 
Evermore  abase, 
On  the  poor  and  lowly 
Lavish  all  my  grace. 


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And  to  humble  spirits 
Heavenly  things  reveal, 

Which  My  secret  judgments 
From  the  proud  conceal  "  ? 

Thus,  O  sweetest  Jesu  ! 

Seemest  Thou  to  say, 
"  Ah  !  then,  wretched  worldlings. 

Cast  your  pride  away. 
If  the  God  of  glory 

So  himself  abase, 
How  shall  man  presume  to 

Choose  the  highest  place  ? 


LEAD  ME    TO   THY  PEACEFUL  MANGER. 

EAD  me  to  Thy  peaceful  manger, 
Wondrous  Babe  of  Bethlehem. 
Shepherds  hail  Thee,  yet  a  stranger ; 

Let  me  worship  Thee  with  them. 
I  am  vile,  but  Thou  art  holy. 

Oh  !  unite  my  heart  to  Thee, 
Make  me  contrite,  keep  me  lowly, 
Pure  as  Thou  wouldst  have  me  be. 


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Let  me  listen  to  the  story, 
Full  of  all-surpassing  love, 

How  the  Lord  of  grace  and  glory- 
Left  for  us  His  throne  above. 

Touched  with  sympathy  so  tender, 
Man  adores  while  seraphs  gaze, 

And  with  gladness  we  surrender 
Soul  and  body  to  Thy  praise. 

Blessed  Jesus,  holy  Saviour, 

Offspring  of  the  royal  Maid, 
By  Thy  meek  and  pure  behavior 

In  her  folding  arms  displayed, 
By  the  tears  of  earliest  anguish 

On  Thine  infant  brow  impearled, 
By  the  love  that  could  not  languish, 

Thou  hast  saved  a  ruined  world. 


I   SAW  THREE  SHIPS. 

SAW  three  ships  come  sailing  in. 
On  Christmas  day, 
On  Christmas  day; 
I  saw  three  ships  come  sailing  in, 

On  Christmas  day  in  the  morning. 


34  Hy:n?is  and  Songs 

And  what  were  in  those  ships  all  three  ? 

On  Christmas  day, 

On  Christmas  day; 
And  what  were  in  those  ships  all  three 

On  Christmas  day  in  the  morning? 

Our  Saviour  Christ  and  His  Ladye, 

On  Christmas  day, 

On  Christmas  day; 
Our  Saviour  Christ  and  His  Ladye, 

On  Christmas  day  in  the  morning. 

Pray  whither  sailed  those  ships  all  three  ? 

On  Christmas  day, 

On  Christmas  day; 
Pray  whither  sailed  those  ships  all  three 

On  Christmas  day  in  the  morning  ? 

Oh  !  they  sailed  into  Bethlehem, 

On  Christmas  day, 

On  Christmas  day; 
Oh  !  they  sailed  into  Bethlehem, 

On  Christmas  day  in  the  morning. 

And  all  the  bells  on  earth  shall  ring, 
On  Christmas  day, 
On  Christmas  day; 


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And  all  the  bells  on  earth  shall  ring, 
On  Christmas  day  in  the  morning-. 

And  all  the  angels  in  heaven  shall  sing, 

On  Christmas  day, 

On  Christmas  day; 
And  all  the  angels  in  heaven  shall  sing, 

On  Christmas  day  in  the  morning. 

And  all  the  souls  on  earth  shall  sing, 

On  Christmas  day, 

On  Christmas  day; 
And  all  the  souls  on  earth  shall  sing, 

On  Christmas  day  in  the  morning. 

Then  let  us  all  be  full  of  joy, 

On  Christmas  day, 

On  Christmas  day; 
Then  let  us  all  be  full  of  joy, 

On  Christmas  day  in  the  morning. 

A  merry,  merry  Christmas  to  you  all, 

On  Christmas  day, 

On  Christmas  day; 
A  merry,  merry  Christmas  to  you  all, 

On  Christmas  day  in  the  morning. 


36  Hymns  and  Songs 


EPIPHANY. 

IN  BETHLEHEM   TOWN. 

N  Bethlehem  town  He  lay  Him  down, 
Within  a  place  obscure. 
O  little  Bethlehem  !  poor  in  walls, 
But  rich  in  furniture. 
Chorus. 

Since  heaven  is  now  come  down  below, 

Hither  the  angels  fly. 
Hark  how  the  heavenly  voices  sing 
Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

The  news  is  spread,  the  shepherds  heard, 

And  troubled  Salem's  peace. 
King  Herod  groaned  upon  his  throne 

For  fear  his  reign  should  cease. 
Chorus. — Since  heaven,  etc. 

Wise  kings  from  far  beheld  the  star 

Which  was  their  faithful  guide 
Until  it  pointed  out  the  Babe, 

And  Him  they  glorified. 

Chorus, — Since  heave n,  etc. 


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The  blazing  star  did  shine  so  far 

That  all  the  world  might  see, 
And  nations  bound  in  darkness  found 

True  light  and  liberty. 

Chorus. — Since  heaven,  etc. 

O  heaven  and  earth  !  for  Jesu's  birth 

With  sweetest  tunes  abound; 
And  everything  for  the  great  King 
With  cheerful  songs  resound. 
Chorus. — And  glory  still  be  paid  to  Him, 
And  to  His  Father  praise, 
And  honor  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
In  every  place  always. 


THE  PRESENTA  TION  OF  JESUS  IN  7HE  TEMPLE  : 
OR    CANDLEMAS-DAY. 

JERUSALEM    beloved  !    Joyful    morn 
has  dawned  on  thee  ! 
Chant  with  joy  and  exultation,  chant  a  song 
of  jubilee ; 


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For  the  Lord  whom  thou  art  seeking,  He  for 

whom  the  nations  pray, 
He,  in  human  flesh  appearing,  to  His  temple 

comes  to-day. 

Glorious  and  bright  the  temple  with  its  gold 

and  silver  shone 
Which    by    royal    hands   was    builded    of    the 

peaceful  Solomon  ; 
But  thy  latter  house  is  brighter ;  for  in  it  a 

heavenly  Guest, 
Son  of  David,  everlasting  Prince  of  Peace,  is 

manifest. 

He,  the  first-begotten  only  Son  of  God  to-day 

is  come ; 
He,  the  first-begotten  only  Son  of  holy  Mary's 

womb. 
All  the  faithful  sons  of  Israel  are  in  Him  to 

God  allied, 
And,  presented  in  the  temple  of  the  Lord,  are 

sanctified. 

Light  the   Gentile  world  to  lighten,  and  the 

glory  Israel, 
Beams  in  Him,  the  heavenly  Dayspring,  God 

with  us  Emmanuel. 


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Now  the  aged  world  receives  Him  in  its  arms 

with  faith's  embrace, 
And  with  Simeon  rejoices  in  the  sunshine  of 

His  grace. 

May  we,   Lord,  with   hoi-*   Simeon,  and  with 

Anna,  wait  for  Thee 
In  the  visions  of  Thy  temple  !    May  our  hearts 

Thy  temple  be  ! 
So,  with  saints  and  holy  angels,  may  we  all  for 

evermore 
In  Jerusalem,  the  heavenly,  Thee,  the  Lord  of 

all,  adore !  . 


THREE  KINGS  OF  ORIENT. 


E  three  kings  of  Orient  are. 
Bearing  gifts  we  traverse  afar 
Field  and  fountain, 
Moor  and  mountain, 
Following  yonder  star. 
Chorus. 

O  Star  of  wonder,  Star  of  night, 
Star  with  royal  beauty  bright! 


40  Hymns  and  Songs 

Westward  leading, 
Still  proceeding, 
Guide  us  to  Thy  perfect  light. 

Oaspard  : 

Born  a  King  on  Bethlehem  plain, 
Gold  I  bring  to  crown  Him  again, 
King  for  ever, 
Ceasing  never 
Over  us  all  to  reign. 
Chorus. — O  Star  of  wonder!  etc. 

Melchior: 

Frankincense  to  offer  have  I; 
Incense  owns  a  Deity  nigh. 
Prayer  and  praising, 
All  men  raising, 
Worship  Him,  God  on  high. 
Chorus. — O  Star  of  Wonder  !  etc. 

Balthazzar 

Myrrh  is  mine  ;  its  fjitter  perfume 
Breathes  a  life  of  gathering  gloom 
Sorrowing,  sighing, 
Bleeding,  dying, 
Sealed  in  the  stone-cold  tomb. 
Chorus. — O  Star  of  Wonder !  etc. 


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Glorious  now  behold  Him  arise, 
King,  and  God,  and  Sacrifice. 
Heaven  sings  Alleluia, 
Alleluia  the  earth  replies. 
Chorus. — O  Star  of  Wonder !  etc. 


LENT. 

ONCE  MORE   THE  SOLEMN  SEASON  CALLS. 


NCE  more  the  solemn  season  calls 
A  holy  fast  to  keep, 
And  now  within  the  temple  walls 
Both  priest  and  people  meet. 

But  vain  all  outward  sign  of  grief, 
And  vain  the  form  of  prayer, 

Unless  the  heart  implore  relief 
And  penitence  be  there. 

We  smite  the  breast,  we  weeD  in  vain, 

In  vain  in  ashes  mourn, 
Unless  with  penitential  pain 

The  smitten  soul  be  torn. 


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In  sorrow  true,  then,  let  us  pray- 
To  our  offended  God 

From  us  to  turn  His  wrath  away, 
And  stay  the  uplifted  rod. 

O  God  !  our  Judge  and  Father,  deign 
To  spare  the  bruised  reed  ; 

We  pray  for  time  to  turn  again, 
For  grace  to  turn  indeed. 

Blest  Three  in  One,  to  thee  we  bow ; 

Vouchsafe  us  in  Thy  love 
To  gather  from  these  fasts  below 

Immortal  fruit  above.     Amen. 

}  oL*~x* 

O  GOD  OF  MERCY!  PITY  US. 


GOD  of  mercy  !  pity  us, 
With  weeping  hearts  we  cry  ; 
Do  Thou  then  kindly  pardon  us, 
And  hear  Thy  children's  sigh. 

My  God,  because  Thou  art  so  good, 

With  sorrow  I  deplore 
How  I  offended  Thee  by  sin. 

I  will  offend  no  more.     Amen. 


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GOD  OF  MERCY  AND    COMPASSION. 

OD  of  mercy  and  compassion, 
Look  with  pity  upon  me. 
Father — let  me  call  Thee  Father — 
Tis  Thy  child  returns  to  Thee. 
Chorus. — Jesus,  Lord,  I  ask  for  mercy  ; 
Let  me  not  implore  in  vain. 
All  my  sins  I  now  detest  them; 
Never  will  I  sin  again. 

By  my  sins  I  have  deserved 

Death  and  endless  misery, 
Hell,  with  all  its  pains  and  torments, 

And  for  all  eternity. 

Chorus. — Jesus,  Lord,  etc. 

By  my  sins  I  have  abandoned 

Right  and  claim  to  heaven  above, 

Where  the  saints  rejoice  for  ever 
In  a  boundless  sea  of  love. 
Chorus. — Jesus,  Lord,  etc. 

See  our  Saviour,  bleeding,  dying, 
On  the  cross  of  Calvary. 


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To  that  cross  my  sins  have  nailed  Him 
Yet  He  bleeds  and  dies  for  me. 
Chorus. — Jesus,  Lord,  etc. 


THE  CROSS/    THE  CROSS/ 


HE  Cross  !  the  Cross  !     Oh  !  bid  it  riso 
'Mid  clouds  about  it  curled, 
In  bold  relief  against  the  skies, 

Beheld  by  all  the  world  ; 
A  sign  to  myriads  far  and  wide 

On  every  holy  fane, 
Meet  emblem  of  the  Crucified, 
For  our  transgressions  slain. 

The  Cross  !  the  Cross  !     With  solemn  vow 

And  fervent  prayer  to  bless, 
Upon  the  new-born  infant's  brow 

The  hallowed  seal  impress  ; 
A  token  that  in  coming  years, 

All  else  esteemed  but  loss, 
He  will  press  on  through  foes  and  fears, 

The  soldier  of  the  Cross. 


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The  Cross  !  the  Cross  !    Upon  the  heart, 

Oh  !  seal  the  signet  well, 
A  safeguard  sweet  against  each  art 

And  stratagem  of  hell ; 
A  hope  when  other  hopes  shall  cease. 

And  worth  all  hopes  beside  ; 
The  Christian's  blessedness  and  peace, 

His  joy  and  only  pride. 

The  Cross  !  the  Cross  !     Ye  heralds  blest, 

Who,  in  the  saving  Name, 
Go  forth  to  lands  with  sin  oppressed 

The  Cross  of  Christ  proclaim. 
And  so,  'mid  idols  lifted  high, 

In  truth  and  love  revealed, 
It  may  be  seen  by  every  eye, 
/-And  stricken  souls  be  healed. 

The  Cross  !    Dear  Church,  the  world  is  dark, 

And  wrapped  in  shades  of  night, 
Yet,  lift  but  up  within  thy  ark, 

This  source  of  living  light — 
This  emblem  of  our  heavenly  birth, 

And  claim  to  things  Divine — 
So  thou  shalt  go  through  all  the  earth 

And  conquer  in  this  sign.    Amen* 


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AVE  MARIS  STELLA. 


VE  maris  stella 
Dei  Mater  alma, 
Atque  semper  Virgo, 
Felix  cceli  porta. 

Sumens  illud  Ave 
Gabrielis  ore, 
Funda  nos  in  pace, 
Mutans  Evae  nomen. 

Solve  vincla  reis, 
Profer  lumen  csecis, 
Mala  nostra  pelle, 
Bona  cuncta  posce. 

Monstra  te  esse  matrem, 
Sumat  per  te  preces, 
Qui  pro  nobis  Natus, 
Tulit  esse  tuus. 

Virgo  singularis, 
Inter  omnes  mitis, 
Nos  culpis  solutus, 
Mites  fac  et  castos. 


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Vitam  praesta  puram, 
Iter  para  tutum, 
Ut  videntes  Jesum, 
Semper  collaetemur. 

Sit  laus  Deo  Patri, 
Summo  Christo  decus, 
Spiritui  Sa'ncto, 
Tribus  honor  unus. 

Amen.] 


MY  JESUS,  SAY,  WHAT  WRETCH  HAS  DARED  ? 

Y  Jesus,  say  what  wretch  has  dared 
Thy  sacred  hands  to  bind  ? 
And  who  has  dared  to  buffet  so 
Thy  face  so  meek  and  kind  ? 
Chorus. — Tis  I  have  thus  ungrateful  been ; 
Yet,  Jesus,  pity  take. 
Oh !  spare  and  pardon  me,  my  Lord, 
For  Thy  sweet  mercy's  sakev 


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My  Jesus,  who  with  spittle  vile 

Profaned  Thy  sacred  brow? 
And  whose  unpitying  scourge  has  made 

Thy  precious  blood  to  flow  ? 
Chorus. — 'Tis  I,  etc. 

My  Jesus,  whose  the  hands  that  wove 

That  cruel  thorny  crown  ? 
Who  made  that  hard  and  heavy  cross 

Which  weighs  Thy  shoulders  down? 
Chorus. — 'Tis  I,  etc. 

My  Jesus,  who  has  mocked  Thy  thirst 

With  vinegar  and  gall  ? 
Who  held  the  nails  that  pierced  Thy  hands, 

And  made  the  hammer  fall  ? 
Chorus. — 'Tis  1,  etc. 

My  Jesus,  say,  who  dared  to  nail 

Those  tender  feet  of  Thine  ? 
And  whose  the  arm  that  raised  the  lance 

To  pierce  that  heart  divine  ? 
Chorus. — 'Tis  I,  etc. 

And,  Mary,  who  has  murdered  thus 
Thy  loved  and  only  One? 


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Canst  thou  forgive  the  blood-stained  hand 
That  robbed  thee  of  thy  Son  ? 
Chorus. — Tis  I  have  thus  ungrateful  been 
To  Jesus  and  to  thee. 
Forgive  me  for  thy  Jesus'  sake, 
And  pray  to  Him  for  me. 



THE  STA  TIONS  OF  THE    CROSS. 

HE   Son  of  God   came  down  from 
heaven, 
Upon  the  earth  to  dwell, 
And  man  condemns  to  cruel  death 
The  Heart  that  loved  him  well. 
Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  O  blessed  Lord  ! 
To  suffer  death  for  me  ; 
And  I,  too,  wish  for  Thee  to  live, 
I  wish  to  die  for  Thee. 

1  He  taketh  up  His  heavy  cross, 
And  bears  the  crushing  load, 
And  as  He  meekly  journeys  on 
His  blood  bedews  the  road. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc. 


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3  Rude  soldiers  press  and  goad  Him  on- 

And  straiten  Him  around, 
And  now  beneath  His  weighty  cross 
He  falls  upon  the  ground. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc. 

4  His  Mother  hastens  forth  to  join 

The  Son  she  loved  so  well ; 
Their  glances  meet,  their  hearts  are  filled 
With  grief  no  tongue  can  tell. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc 

5  They  fear  the  Saviour  may  expire 

Beneath  His  heavy  load, 
And  Simon  is  compelled  to  bear 
His  cross  along  the  road. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc. 

6  A  Jewish  woman  wipes  His  face  : 

Her  pity  to  reward, 
Upon  her  veil  remains  impressed 
An  image  of  the  Lord. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc. 

7  The  Saviour  falls  a  second  time, 

Oppressed  with  bitter  pain  ; 


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The  soldiers  force  Him  to  arise 
And  journey  on  again. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc. 

8  The  daughters  of  Jerusalem 

Bewail  His  cruel  fate  ; 
He  bids  them  for  their  children  weep 
Before  it  is  too  late. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc. 

9  He's  urged  to  move  with  quicker  step ; 

His  blood  in  torrents  flows ; 
Again,  again  He  falls  to  earth 
'Beneath  their  cruel  blows. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc. 

10  The  soldiers  strip  with  violence 

The  garments  from  His  flesh, 
And  every  wound  He  had  received 
Is  made  to  bleed  afresh. 
.    Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc. 

11  They  lay  Him  down  upon  the  cross, 

They  nail  His  hands  and  feet ; 
The  cross  is  raised,  and  He  is  left 
His  coming  death  to  meet. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc.  - 


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12  Three  hours  of  agony  had  passed 

Since  He  was  crucified  ; 
His  work  was  done,  His  hour  was  come- 
He  bowed  His  head,  and  died. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc 

13  Now  His  disciples  come  and  take 

The  body  from  the  cross ; 
His  Mother  folds  it  in  her  arms, 
And  mourns  her  bitter  loss. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc. 

14  His  followers  bear  Him  to  the  tomb, 

Prepared  with  pious  care, 
Then,  silently  departing,  leave 
The  sacred  body  there. 

Chorus. — Thou  goest  forth,  etc. 


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WHEN  I  SURVEY  THE   WONDROUS  CROSS. 

HEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  Cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast 
Save  in  the  Cross  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  Blood  ! 

See,  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingling  down ; 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  an  offering  all  too  small ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all. 

To  Christ,  who  won  for  sinners  grace 
By  bitter  grief  and  anguish  sore, 

Be  praise  from  all  the  ransomed  race 
For  ever  and  for  evermore.    Amen. 


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THOU  LOVING  MAKER  OF  MANKIND. 

HOU  loving  Maker  of  mankind, 

Before  Thy  throne  we  pray,  we  weep; 
Oh  !  strengthen  us  with  grace  divine  ! 
Duly  this  sacred  time  to  keep. 

Great  Judge  of  hearts,  Thou  dost  discern 
Our  ills,  and  all  our  weakness  know; 

Again  to  Thee  with  tears  we  turn, 
Again  to  us  Thy  mercy  show. 

Much  have  we  sinned  ;  but  we  confess 
Our  guilt,  and  all  our  faults  deplore  : 

Oh  !  for  the  praise  of  Thy  great  Name, 
Our  fainting  souls  to  health  restore. 

And  grant  us,  while  by  fasts  we  strive 

This  mortal  body  to  control, 
To  fast  from  all  the  food  of  sin, 

And  so  to  purify  the  soul. 

Hear  us,  O  Trinity  thrice  blest ! 

Sole  Unity,  to  Thee  we  cry ; 
Vouchsafe  us  from  these  fasts  below 

To  reap  i«»«ortal_  fruit  on  high. 


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HYMN  OF  THE  PASSION. 

ERWHELM'D  in  depths  of  woe, 
Upon  the  tree  of  scorn 
Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
With  racking  anguish  torn. 

See  !  how  the  nails  those  hands 

And  feet  so  tender  rend  ; 
See  !  down  His  face,  and  neck,  and  breast, 

His  sacred  Blood  descend. 

Hark  !  with  what  awful  cry 

His  Spirit  takes  its  flight : 
That  cry,  it  pierc'd  His  Mother's  heart, 

And  whelm'd  her  soul  in  night. 

Earth  hears,  and  to  its  base 

Rocks  wildly  to  and  fro  ; 
Tombs  burst ;  seas,  rivers,  mountains  quake : 

The  veil  is  rent  in  two. 

The  sun  withdraws  his  light ; 

The  midday  heav'ns  grow  pale  ; 
The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe 

Their  Maker's  death  bewail 


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Shall  man  alone  be  mute  ? 

Come,  youth,  and  hoary  hairs  ! 
Come,  rich  and  poor  !  come,  all  mankind  ! 

And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears. 

Come  !  fall  before  His  Cross, 

Who  shed  for  us  His  blood  ; 
Who  died  the  victim  of  pure  love, 

To  make  us  sons  of  God. 

Jesu  !  all  praise  to  Thee, 

Our  joy  and  endless  rest ! 
Be  Thou  our  guide  while  pilgrims  here 

Our  crown  amid  the  blest. 

OH!    COME  AND  MOURN  WITH  ME  A  WHILE. 

H  !  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile  ; 
See,  Mary  calls  us  to  her  side  ; 
Oh  !  come  and  let  us  mourn  with  her: 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified. 

Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  lor  Him 

While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride; 
Ah,  look  how  patiently  He  hangs  ! 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified. 


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Seven  times  He  spoke  seven  words  of  love, 

And  all  three  hours  His  silence  cried 
For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men  : 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified. 

Come,  take  thy  stand  beneath  the  Cross, 

And  let  the  blood  from  out  that  side 
Fall  gently  on  thee  drop  by  drop : 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  sacrificed. 

A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears — 

Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied ; 
A  broken  heart  Love's  cradle  is : 
Jesus,  our  Love,  is  crucified. 

O  love  6f  God  !  O  sin  of  man  ! 

In  this  dread  act  your  strength  is  tried; 
And  victory  remains  with  love  : 
For  He,  our  Love,  is  crucified. 


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JESUS,  EVER  LOVING  SAVIOUR. 

ESUS,  ever-loving  Saviour, 
Thou  didst  live  and  die  for  mc. 
Living,  I  will  live  to  love  Thee  ; 
Dying,  I  will  die  for  Thee. 
Jesus !  Jesus  ! 
By  Thy  life  and  death  of  sorrow, 
Help  me  in  mine  agony. 

When  the  last  dread  hour  approaching 
Fills  my  guilty  soul  with  fear, 

All  my  sins  rise  up  before  me, 

All  my  virtues  disappear. 

Jesus  !  Jesus  \ 

Turn  not  Thou  in  anger  from  me ; 
Mary,  Joseph,  then  be  near. 

Kindest  Jesus,  Thou  wert  standing 

By  Thy  foster-father's  bed 
While  Thy  mother,  softly  praying, 

Held  her  dying  Joseph's  head. 
Jesus  !  Jesus  ! 
By  that  death  so  calm  and  holy, 

Soothe  me  in  that  hour  of  dread. 


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Mary,  thou  canst  not  forsake  me, 

Virgin  Mother  undented  ; 
Thou  didst  not  abandon  Jesus, 

Dying,  tortured,  and  reviled. 
Jesus !  Jesus  ! 
Send  Thy  Mother  to  console  me; 

Mary,  help  thy  guilty  child. 

Jesus,  when  in  cruel  anguish, 

Dying  on  the  shameful  tree, 
All  abandoned  by  Thy  Father, 

Thou  didst  writhe  in  agony — 
Jesus  !  Jesus  ! 
By  those  three  long  hours  of  sorrow 

Thou  didst  purchase  hope  for  me. 

When  the  priest,  with  holy  unction, 
Prays  for  mercy  and  for  grace, 

May  the  tears  of  deep  compunction 
All  my  guilty  stains  efface  ! 
Jesus  !  Jesus  ! 

Let  me  find  in  Thee  a  refuge, 
In  Thy  heart  a  resting-place. 

Then,  by  all  that  Thou  didst  suffer, 
Grant  me  mercy  in  that  day. 


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Help  me,  Mary,  my  sweet  Mother; 

Holy  Joseph,  near  me  stay. 
Jesus !  Jesus  ! 
Let  me  die  my  lips  repeating 

Jesus,  mercy  !    Mary,  pray  ! 


THE  SPEAR  AND    THE  NAILS. 

H  !  turn  those  blessed  points,  all  bathed' 
In  Jesus'  blood,  on  me. 
Mine  were  the  sins  that  wrought  His  death  ; 
Mine  be  the  penalty. 

Pierce  through  my  feet,  my  hands,  my  heart ; 

So  may  some  drop  distil 
Of  blood  divine  into  my  soul, 

And  all  its  evils  heal. 

So  shall  my  feet  be  slow  to  sin, 

Harmless  my  hands  shall  be  ; 

So  from  my  woundeu  heart  cnail  each 
Forbidden  passion  flee. 

Thee,  Jesus,  pierced  with  nails  and  spear, 

Let  every  knee  adore  ; 
With  Thee,  O  Father  !  and  with  Thee, 

0  Spirit !  evermore. 


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A  T  THE  CROSS  HER  STA  TION  KEEPING. 
(Stabat  Mater. ) 


T  the  cross  her  station  keeping, 

Stood  the  mournful  Mother,  weep- 
ing. 
Close  to  Jesus  to  the  last ; 

Through  her  heart,  His  sorrow  sharing, 
All  His  bitter  anguish  bearing, 

Now  at  length  the  sword  had  passed. 

Oh  !  how  sad  and  sore  distressed 
Was  that  Mother  highly  blessed 
Of  the  sole-begotten  One  ! 

Oh  !  that  silent,  ceaseless  mourning  ! 
Oh  !  those  dim  eyes  never  turning 
From  that  wondrous,  suffering  Son  \ 

For  His  people's  sins,  the  All-Holy 
There  she  saw,  a  Victim  lowly, 
Bleed  in  torments — bleed  and  die ; 

Saw  the  Lord's  Anointed  taken  ; 

Saw  her  Child  in  death  forsaken  j 

Heard  His  last  expiring  cry. 


Hymns  and  Songs 

Those  five  wounds  of  Jesu  smitten, 
Mother,  in  my  heart  be  written 
Deeply  as  in  thine  they  be. 

Thou,  my  Saviour's  cross  who  bearest, 

Thou,  Thy  Son's  rebuke  who  sharest, 

Let  me  share  them  both  with  thee. 


WHAT  A    SEA    OF  TEARS  AND  SORROWS f 
(The  Seven  Dolors.) 


HAT  a  sea  of  tears  and  sorrows, 
Did  the  soul  of  Mary  toss 
To  and  fro  upon  its  billows, 

While  she  wept  her  bitter  loss, 
In  her  arms  her  Jesus  holding, 
Torn  but  newly  from  the  cross  ! 

Oh  !  that  mournful  Virgin  Mother! 

See  her  tears  how  fast  they  flow 
Down  upon  His  mangled  body, 

Wounded  side,  and  thorny  brow; 
While  His  hands  and  feet  sl\e  kisses — 

Picture  of  immortal  woe — 


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Oft  and  oft  His  arms  and  bosom 

Fondly  straining  to  her  own  ; 
Oft  her  pallid  lips  imprinting 

On  each  wound  of  her  dear  Son ; 
Till  at  last,  in  swoons  of  anguish, 

Sense  and  consciousness  are  gone. 

Gentle  Mother,  we  beseech  thee, 
By  thy  tears  and  trouble  sore, 

By  the  death  of  thy  dear  Offspring, 
By  the  bloody  wounds  He  bore, 

Touch  our  hearts  with  that  true  sorrow 
Which  afflicted  thee  of  yore. 


EASTER. 


THE  RESURRECTION'. 

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SONS  and  daughters  !  let  us  sing  ! 
The  King  of  Heaven,  the  glorious 
King, 
To-dav  is  risen  triumphing.     Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 


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On  Sunday  morn,  at  break  of  day, 
The  faithful  women  went  their  way 
To  seek  the  tomb  where  Jesus  lay.    Alleluia .' 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

An  angel  clad  in  white  they  see, 
Who  sat  and  spake  unto  the  three — 
"  Your  Lord  doth  go  to  Galilee."     Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

That  night  the  Apostles  met  in  fear. 
Amidst  them  came  the  Lord  most  dear, 
And  said,  "  My  peace  be  on  all  here."     Alle- 
luia ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

When  Didymus  the  tidings  heard, 
He  doubted  if  it  were  the  Lord 
Until  He  came  and  spake  the  word.     Alle- 
luia ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

"  My  pierced  side,  O  Thomas  !  see  ; 
My  hands,  My  feet,  I  show  to  thee  ; 
Not  faithless,  but  believing  be."    Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 


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No  longer  Thomas  then  denied  ; 
He  saw  the  feet,  the  hands,  the  side  ; 
Thou   art    my  Lord    and    God,"   he   cried. 
Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

How  blest  are  they  who  do  not  see 
And  yet  whose  faith  is  firm  in  Thee  ! 
For  they  shall  live  eternally.     Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

On  this  most  holy  day  of  days 
To  Thee  our  heart  and  voice  we  raise 
In  laud,  and  jubilee,  and  praise.     Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

Glory  to  Father  and  to  Son, 
Who  has  for  us  the  victory  won  ! 
And   Holy  Ghost !      Blest  Three   in  One ! 
Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 


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■ 

SMILE  PRAISES,   O  SKY  I 


MILE  praises,  O  sky! 
Soft  breathe  them,  O  air ! 
Below  and  on  high, 
And  everywhere  ! 
The  black  troop  of  storms 

Has  yielded  to  calm, 
Tufted  blossoms  are  peeping. 
And  early  palm. 

Arouse  thee,  O  Spring  ! 

Ye  flowers,  come  forth  ; 
With  thousand  hues  tinting 

The  soft  green  earth  ; 
Ye  violets  tender, 

And  sweet  roses  bright, 
Gay  Lent  lilies  blending 

With  pure  lilies  white. 

Sweep,  tides  of  rich  music, 

The  full  veins  along, 
And  pour  in  full  measure, 

Sweet  voices,  your  song. 


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Sing,  sing,  for  He  liveth, 

He  lives  as  He  said ; 
The  Lord  has  arisen 

Unharm'd  from  the  dead. 

Clap,  clap  your  hands,  mountains ; 

Ye  valleys,  resound ; 
Leap,  leap  for  joy,  fountains, 

Ye  hills,  catch  the  sound. 
All  triumph  !  He  liveth  ! 

He  lives,  as  He  said ; 
The  Lord  has  arisen 

Unharm'd  from  the  dead  ! 


SING   THE  BATTLE  SHARP  AND  GLORIOUS. 

ING  the  battle  sharp  and  glorious. 
Sing  the  triumph  won  ; 
Life  o'er  death  is  now  victorious, 

New  things  are  begun. 
Lay  thy  crown  of  pow'r  aside, 

Death  !  thyself  at  length  hast  died  : 
Alleluia !  Alleluia ! 
Christus  resurrexit,  Christus  restyrrexit. 


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Strong  thou  wert,  and  all  around  thee 

Men  did  bow  to  thee ; 
But  the  stronger  Arm  has  found  thee, 

Christ  has  set  us  free  : 
Forward,  then,  our  King  to  see  ! 
Christ  is  gone  to  Galilee  ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
Resurrexit  vere,  Resurrexit  vere. 

Up  !  and  tell  the  soul  so  weary, 

Raise  thy  drooping  head  ; 
Christ  has  risen — truly  risen — 

Risen,  as  He  said. 
Rise,  and  go  your  Lord  to  see  ! 
Hasten  on  to  Galilee. 
Alleluia !  Alleluia ! 
Jllic  est  videndus,  Illic  est  videndus. 


MARY    TO    THE  SAVIOUR'S   TOMB. 


ARY  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  ; 


Spice  she  brought  and  sweet  perfume. 
But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone  : 


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For  awhile  she  lingering  stood, 
Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise, 

Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 
Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled 

When  she  heard  His  welcome  voice — 
Christ  has  risen  from  the  dead ; 

Now  He  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 
What  a  change  His  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ! 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 


HARK!    THE  HERALD  ANGELS  SING. 

ARK  !  the  herald  angels  sing 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King, 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled. 
Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 


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With  the  angelic  host  proclaim 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem. 
Chorus. — Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King. 

Chrrst,  by  highest  heaven  adored — 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come. 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb. 
Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see  ! 
Hail  the  Incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleased  as  Man  with  man  to  dwell, 
Jesus,  our  Emmanuel. 

Chorus. — Hark  !  etc. 

Hail,  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace  I 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
•     Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  His  wings. 
Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by — 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 
Chorus. — Hark  !  etc. 

Amen. 


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JESUS  CHRIST  IS  RISEN. 

ESUS  CHRIST  is  risen  to-day,  Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia! 

Our  triumphant  holy-day,  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
Who  did  once  upon  the  cross  Alleluia!  Alleluia? 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss.    Alleluia  !  Alleluia! 

This,  the  Easter  holy-day,    Alleluia  !  etc. 
Christians,  haste  your  vows  to  pay ; 
Offer  ye  your  praises  ;  meet 
At  the  Paschal  Victim's  feet. 


Hymns  of  praise,  then,  let  us  sing  Alleluia,  etc 
Unto  Christ,  our  heavenly  King: 
Who  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

But  the  pains  which  He  endured    Alleluia,  etc. 
Our  salvation  has  procured  ; 
Now  above  the  sky  He's  King, 
Where  the  angels  ever  sing. 

Say,  O  wond'ring  Mary,  say    Alleluia,  etc. 
What  thou  sawest  on  thy  way. 
"  I  beheld,  where  Christ  had  lain, 
Empty  tomb  and  angels  twain." 


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Christ,  who  once  for  sinners  bled    Alleluia !  etc. 
Now  the  first-born  from  the  dead, 
Throned  in  endless  might  and  power, 
Lives  and  reigns  for  evermore. 

Hail,  eternal  hope  on  high  !    Alleluia!  etc. 
Hail,  Thou  King  of  victory  ! 
Hail,  Thou  Prince  of  life  adored  ! 
Help  and  save  us,  gracious  Lord ! 

Sing  we  to  one  God  above    Alleluia !  etc. 
Praise  eterrfal  as  His  love ; 
"Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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WHITSUNTIDE. 

INVOCATION  TO   THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

OME,  Holy  Ghost !  Creator  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  Thy  rest ; 
Come  with  Thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
And  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  hast  made. 


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Praise  we  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Holy  Spirit  with  them  One  ; 

And  may  the  Son  on  us  bestow 

The  gifts  that  from  the  Spirit  flow.    Amen. 


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COME,  HOLY  GHOST 

OME,  Holy  Ghost,  who  ever  One 
Art  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  possess, 
With  Thy  full  flood  of  holiness. 

Let  mouth,  and  heart,  and  flesh  combine 
To  herald  forth  our  creed  divine, 
And  love  so  wrap  our  mortal  frame 
Others  may  catch  the  living  flame. 

Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One ; 
As  ever  was  in  ages  past, 
And  shall  be  so  while  ages  last. 


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CORPUS    CHRISTI. 

HYMN  IN  HONOR   OF   THE  BLESSED 
SACRAMENT. 

AUDA  Sion  Salvatorem, 

Lauda  Ducem  et  Pastorem, 
In  hymnis  et  canticis, 
Quantum  potes  tantum  aude  ; 
Quia  major  omni  laude, 
Nee  laudare  sufficis. 

Laudis  thema  specialis, 
Panis  vivus  et  vitalis 

Hodie  proponitur, 
Quern  in  sacra?  mensa  ccenae 
Turbae  fratrum  duodenae 

Datum  non  ambigitur. 

Sit  laus  plena,  sit  sonora, 
Sit  jucunda,  sit  decora 

Mentis  jubilatio, 
Dies  enim  solemnis  agitur, 
In  qua  mensa?  prima  recolitur, 

Hujus  institutio. 


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In  hac  mensa  novi  Regis, 
Novum  pascha  novae  legis, 
hase  vetus  terminat, 
Vetus  tatem  novitas, 
Umbram  fugat  Veritas, 
Noctem  lux  elimina* 


Quod  in  ccena  Christus  gessit, 
Faciendum  hoc  expressit 

In  sui  memoriam, 
Docti  sacris  institutis, 
Panem,  vinem,  in  salutis 

Consecramus  hostiair. 

Dogma  datur  Christianis, 
Quod  in  carnem  transit  panis, 

Et  vinum  in  sanguinem, 
Quod  non  capis,  quod  non  vides, 
Animosa  flrmat  fides, 

Praeter  rerum  ordinem. 


Sub  diversis  speciebus, 
Signis  tantum  et  non  rebus, 
Latent  res  eximiae. 


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Caro  cibus  sanguis  potus  : 
Manet  tamen  Christus  totus 
Sub  utraque  specie. 

A  sumente  non  concisus, 
Non  confractus,  non  divisus 

Integer  accipitur. 
Sumit  unus,  sumunt  mille 
Quantum  isti,  tantum  ille, 

Nee  sumptus  consumitur. 

Sumunt  boni,  sumunt  mali ; 
Sorte  tamen  inaequali, 

Vitae  vel  interitus 
Mors  est  malis,  vita  bonis, 
Vide  paris  sumptionis 

Quam  sit  dispar  exitus. 

Fracto  demum  Sacramento, 
Ne  vacilles,  sed  memento, 
Tantum  esse  sub  fragmento, 

Quantum  toto  tegitur. 
Nulla  rei  fit  scissura  : 
Signi  tantum  fit  fractura: 
Qua  nee  status  nee  statura 

Signati  minuitur. 


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Ecce  panis  angelorum, 
Factus  cibus  viatorum  : 
Vere  panis  filiorum, 

Non  mittendus  canibus. 
In  figuris  praesignatur, 
Cum  Isaac  immolatur : 
Agnus  paschae  deputatur : 

Datur  manna  patribus. 

Bone  Pastor,  panis  vere 
Jesu  nostri  miserere 

In  terra  viventium. 
Tu  nos  pasce,  nos  tuere  ; 
Tu  nos  bona  fac  videre 

In  terra  viventium. 

Tu  qui  cuncta  scis  et  vales, 
Qui  nos  pascis  hie  mortales  ; 
Tuos  ibi  commensales, 
Cohaeredes  et  sodales 

Fac  sanctorum  civium. 

Amen. 


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WHEN  THE  LOVING  SHEPHERD. 

HEN  the  loving  Shepherd, 
Ere  He  left  the  earth, 
Shed,  to  pay  our  ransom, 

Blood  of  priceless  worth, 
These  His  lambs  so  cherished, 

Purchased  for  His  own, 
He  would  not  abandon 
In  the  world  alone. 

Ere  He  makes  us  partners 

Of  His  realm  on  high, 
Happy  and  immortal 

With  Him  in  the  sky, 
Love  immense,  stupendous. 

Makes  Him  here  below 
Partner  of  our  exile 

In  this  world  of  woe. 

Lest  one  heart  that  loves  him 
E'er  should  sigh  with  pain. 

Pining  for  His  presence, 
Seeking  Him  in  vain, 


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He  on  earth  would  tarry, 

Near  to  every  one, 
That  each  heart  might  find  Him 

On  His  altar-throne. 

Jesus,  food  of  angels, 

Monarch  of  the  heart. 
Oh  !  that  I  could  never 

From  Thy  face  depart ! 
Yes,  Thou  ever  dwellest 

Here  for  love  of  me  ; 
Hidden  Thou  remainest 

God  of  majesty. 

Soon  I  hope  to  see  Thee 

And  enjoy  Thy  love 
Face  to  face,  sweet  Jesus, 

In  Thy  heaven  above. 
But,  on  earth  an  exile, 

My  delight  shall  be 
Ever  to  be  near  Thee, 

Veiled  for  love  of  me.    Amen 


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JESUS,  MY  LORD. 


[ESUS,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All, 
How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought? 
And  how  revere  this  wondrous  gift, 
So  far  surpassing  hope  or  thought  ? 
Chorus. — Sweet  Sacrament,  we  Thee  adore  ; 

Oh  !   make   us   love  Thee  more  and 
more. 

Had  I  but  Mary's  sinless  heart 
To  love  Thee  with,  my  dearest  King, 

Oh  !  with  what  bursts  of  fervent  praise 
Thy  goodness,  Jesus,  would  I  sing  ! 
Chorus. — Sweet  Sacrament,  etc. 

Oh  !  see  upon  the  altar  placed 

The  Victim  of  divinest  love. 
Let  all  the  earth  below  adore, 

And  join  the  choirs  of  heaven  above. 
Chorus. — Sweet  Sacrament,  etc. 

Jesu,  dear  Pastor  of  the  flock, 
We  crowd  in  love  about  Thy  feet. 

Our  voices  yearn  to  praise  Thee,  Lord, 
And  joyfully  Thy  presence  greet. 
Chorus. — Sweet  Sacrament,  etc. 


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Sound,  sound  His  praises  higher  still, 
And  come,  ye  angels,  to  our  aid. 

Tis  God,  'tis  God,  the  very  God, 
Whose  power  hath  men  and  angels  made. 
Chorus. — Sweet  Sacrament,  etc. 

Here  Thou  art  come,  O  precious  Gift ! 

Our  solace  and  our  joy  to  be. 
Increase  the  faith  of  loving  hearts 

Who  truly  do  believe  in  Thee. 

Chorus. — Sweet  Sacrament,  etc. 


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BLESSED  BE    THE  LOVE  OF  JESUS. 

LESSED  be  the  love  of  Jesus, 
Giving  us  His  flesh  and  blood  ! 
Blessed  be  His  Mother  Mary  ! 
Mother  ever  kind  and  good. 

Blessed  be  the  great  St.  Joseph  ! 

Sing,  then,  with  devotion  true, 
Dearest  Jesus,  Mary,  Joseph, 

Heart  and  life  I  give  to  you." 


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BEHOLD    THE  LAMB  I 

fH|EHOLD  the  Lamb  ! 
|ii^ffl|     O  Thou  for  sinners  slain  ! 
Let  it  not  be  in  vain 

That  Thou  hast  died. 
Thee  for  my  Saviour  let  me  take, 
Thee,  Thee  alone  my  refuge  make, 

Thy  pierced  side. 

Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Into  the  sacred  flood 
Of  Thy  most  precious  blood 
My  soul  I  cast. 
Wash  me  and  make  me  pure  and  clean, 
Uphold  me  through  life's  changeful  scene 
Till  all  be  past. 

Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Archangels,  fold  your  wings  ; 
Seraphs,  hush  all  the  strings 
Of  million  lyres.  * 

The  Victim,  veiled  on  earth,  in  love 
Unveiled,  enthroned,  adored  above, 
All  heaven  admires. 


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Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Drop  down,  ye  glorious  skies  ; 
He  dies,  He  dies,  He  dies, 
For  man  once  lost. 
Yet,  lo  !  He  lives,  He  lives,  He  lives. 
And  to  His  Church  Himself  He  gives, 
Incarnate  Host. 

Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
All  hail  !  Eternal  Word, 
Thou  universal  Lord, 
Purge  out  our  leaven, 
Clothe  us  with  godliness  and  good, 
Feed  us  with  Thy  celestial  food. 
Manna  from  heaven. 

Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Saints  wrapped  in  blissful  rest, 
Souls  waiting  to  be  blessed, 
O  Lord  !  how  long  ! 
Thou,  Church  on  earth,  o'erwhelmed  with 

fears, 
Still  in  this  vale  of  woe  and  tears 
Swell  the  full  song. 


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Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Worthy  is  He  alone 
To  sit  upon  the  throne 
Of  God  above. 
One  with  the  Ancient  of  all  Days, 
One  with  the  Paraclete  in  praise, 
All  light,  all  love. 

HAIL,  THOU  LIVING  BREAD/ 


[AIL,  Thou  Living  Bread  from  heaven  I 
Sacrament  of  awful  might ! 
I  adore  Thee — I  adore  Thee — 
Every  moment,  day  and  night. 

Holiest  Jesu  ! — Heart  of  Mary  ! 

O'er  me  shed  your  gifts  divine  : 
Holiest  Jesu  !  my  Redeemer  ! 

All  my  heart  and  soul  are  Thine. 


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PRAISES  OF    THE  BLESSED  SACRAMENT. 

VAULT  of  heaven,  clear  and  bright 
All  spangled  o'er  with  stars  to-night, 
Canst  say  how  many  worlds  of  light 
Adorn  thy  glorious  firmament  ? 
Chorus.—  For  here  I  long  my  voice  to  raise 

To  Him  who  hath  my  heart  always, 
And  fain  would  know  how  oft  to  praise 
The  sweet,  All  Holy  Sacrament. 

O  shining  sun  !  for  every  ray 
That  from  thee  beamed  since  Eden's  day, 
And  shall,  till  this  world  pass  away, 
And  all  thy  light  and  heat  be  spent : 
Chorus. — For  each  bright  ray  my  voice  I'd  raise 
To  Him  who  hath  my  heart  always, 
And  sing  a  canticle  of  praise 
To  this  Most  Holy  Sacrament. 

O  trackless  sea !  could  I  but  save 
And  count  each  short-lived  glist'ning  wave  ; 
Their  sum  would  tell  how  oft  I  crave 
To  praise  the  Blessed  Sacrament. 


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Chorus. — O  fields  !  for  every  grassy  blade 

Of  which  thy  beauteous  robe  is  made, 
Let  offerings  sweet  of  praise  be  laid 
Before  the  Blessed  Sacrament. 

O  pleasant  gardens  !  could  I  know 
How  many  flowers  within  you  grow, 
So  many  flowers  of  praise  I'd  strew 
Before  the  Blessed  Sacrament. 
Chorus. — O  wide,  wide  world  !  canst  tell  to  me 
How  many  grains  of  dust  in  thee? 
So  many  would  my  praises  be 
T    this  Most  Holy  Sacrament. 

O  earth  !  thy  praises  have  an  end ; 
To  seraphs  I  the  task  commend. 
Their  tireless  voices  they  must  lend 
To  praise  the  Blessed  Sacrament. 
Chorus. — Eternity  !  duration  long  ! 

To  thee  alone  it  doth  belong 
To  measure  when   should  cease  the 
song 
That  lauds  the  Blessed  Sacrament ! 


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THE  MOST  HOLY  SACRIFICE. 


HEN  the  Patriarch  was  returning, 
Crown'd  with  triumph,  from  the  fray. 
Him  the  peaceful  king  of  Salem 

Came  to  meet  upon  his  way : 
Meekly  bearing  bread  and  wine, 
Holy  Priesthood's  awful  sign  ! 

On  the  truth  thus  dimly  shadow'd 

Later  days  a  lustre  shed  ; 
When  the  great  High-Priest  eternal — 

Under  forms  of  wine  and  bread — 
For  the  world's  immortal  food 
Gave  His  Flesh  and  gave  His  Blood. 

Wondrous  gift !    The  Word  who  moulded 
All  things  by  His  might  divine, 

Bread  into  His  Body  changes, 
Into  His  own  Blood  the  wine — 

What  though  sense  no  change  perceives  ? 

Faith  admires,  adores,  believes  ! 

He  who  once  to  die  a  Victim 

On  the  Cross  did  not  refuse : 
Day  by  day,  upon  our  altars, 

That  same  Sacrifice  renews : 


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Through  His  holy  Priesthood's  hands^ 
Faithful  to  His  last  commands  ! 

While  the  people  all  uniting 

In  the  Sacrifice  sublime, 
Offer  Christ  to  His  high  Father, 

Offer  up  themselves  with  Him ; 
Then  together  with  the  priest 
On  the  living  Victim  feast !     Amen. 


AS  PANTS  THE  HART  FOR   COOLING  STREAMS. 

S  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 
When  heated  in  the  chase ; 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  Thee, 
And  Thy  refreshing  grace. 

For  Thee,  my  God — the  living  God — 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  : 
Oh  !  when  shall  I  behold  Thy  face, 

Thou  Majesty  Divine  ? 

Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul? 

Hope  still,  and  thou  shalt  sing 
The  praise  of  Him  who  is  thy  God — 

Thy  health's  eternal  Spring. 


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To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

JESUS,   JESUS,  COME    TO  ME. 

ESUS,  Jesus,  come  to  me. 

Oh  !  how  much  I  long  for  Thee  ! 
Come  Thou,  of  all  friends  the  best, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast. 
Chorus. — Comfort  my  poor  soul  distressed, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast; 
Oh  !  how  oft  I  sigh  for  Thee — 
Jesus,  Jesus,  come  to  me. 

Empty  is  all  worldly  joy, 
Ever  mixed  with  some  alloy ; 
Give  me,  my  true  Sov'reign  good, 
Jesus,  Thy  own  Flesh  and  Blood. 

Chorus. — Comfort  my  poor  soul,  etc. 

On  the  Cross  three  hours  for  me 
Thou  didst  hang  in  agony  ; 


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I  my  heart  to  Thee  resign ; 
Oh !  what  rapture  to  be  Thine  ! 

Chorus. — Comfort  my  poor  soul,  etc. 

j  s*uuo,Amen- 

O  JESUS  CHRIST,  REMEMBER. 

JESUS  CHRIST,  remember, 
When  Thou  shalt  come  again, 
Upon  the  clouds  of  heaven, 

With  all  Thy  shining  train — 
When  every  eye  shall  see  Thee 

In  Deity  reveal'd, 
Who  now  upon  this  altar 
In  silence  art  conceal'd — 


Remember  then,  O  Saviour, 

I  supplicate  of  Thee, 
That  here  I  bow'd  before  Thee, 

Upon  my  bended  knee  ; 
That  here  I  own'd  Thy  Presence, 

And  did  not  Thee  deny, 
And  glorified  Thy  greatness, 

Though  hid  from  human  eye. 


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Accept,  divine  Redeemer, 

The  homage  of  my  praise  ; 
Be  Thou  the  lignt  and  honor 

And  glory  of  my  days  ; 
Be  Thou  my  consolation 

When  death  is  drawing  nigh ; 
Be  Thou  my  only  treasure 

Through  all  eternity. 


yESUS,   GENTLEST  SA  VIOUR. 


ESUS,  gentlest  Saviour, 
God  of  might  and  power, 
Thou  Thyself  art  dwelling 

In  us  at  this  hour  ; 
Nature  cannot  hold  Thee, 
Heaven  is  all  too  strait 
For  Thine  endless  glory 
And  Thy  royal  state. 

Out  beyond  the  shining 

Of  the  farthest  star, 
Thou  art  ever  stretching 

Infinitely  far ; 


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Yet  the  hearts  of  children 
Hold  what  worlds  cannot, 

And  the  God  of  wonders 
Loves  the  lowly  spot. 

As  men  to  their  gardens 

Go  to  seek  sweet  flowers, 
In  our  hearts  dear  Jesus 

Seeks  them  at  all  hours. 
Jesus,  gentlest  Saviour, 

Thou  art  in  us  now  ; 
Fill  us  full  of  goodness 

Till  our  hearts  o'erflow. 

Pray  the  prayer  within  us 

That  to  heaven  shall  rise  ; 
Sing  the  song  that  angels 

Sing  above  the  skies. 
Multiply  our  graces, 

Chiefly  love  and  fear, 
And,  dear  Lord,  the  chiefest, 

Grace  to  persevere. 

Oh  !  how  can  we  thank  Thee 
For  a  gift  like  this — 

Gift  that  truly  maketh 
Heaven's  eternal  bliss  ? 


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Ah  !  when  wilt  Thou  always 
Make  our  hearts  Thy  home  ? 

We  must  wait  for  heaven  ; 
Then  the  day  will  come. 

Now  at  least  we'll  keep  Thee 

All  the  time  we  may  ; 
But  Thy  grace  and  blessing 

We  will  keep  alway. 
When  our  hearts  Thou  leavest, 

Worthless  though  they  be, 
Give  them  to  thy  Mother, 

To  be  kept  for  Thee. 


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COMMUNION. 

WHAT  HAPPINESS  CAN  EQUAL  MINE  f 

HAT  happiness  can  equal  mine  ? 
I've  found  the  object  of  my  love1 
My  Saviour  and  my  Lord  divine 
Is  come  to  me  from  heaven  above. 


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He  makes  my  heart  His  own  abode, 
His  flesh  becomes  my  daily  bread  ; 

He  pours  on  me  His  healing  blood, 
And  with  His  life  my  soul  is  fed. 

My  Love  is  mine,  and  I  am  His  ; 

In  me  He  dwells,  in  Him  I  live  ; 
Where  could  I  taste  a  purer  bliss  ? 

What  greater  boon  could  Jesus  give  ? 

O  royal  banquet !  heavenly  feast ! 

O  flowing  Fount  of  life  and  grace  ! 
Where  God  the  giver,  man  the  guest, 

Meet  and  unite  in  sweet  embrace. 


Dear  Jesus,  now  my  heart  is  Thine, 
Oh  !  may  it  never  from  Thee  fly ; 

My  God,  be  Thou  for  ever  mine, 
And  I  Thine  own  eternally. 

No  more,  O  Satan  !  thee  I  fear  ; 

O  world  !   thy  charms  I  now  despise 
For  Christ  Himself  is  with  me  here, 

My  joy,  my  life,  my  Paradise  ! 


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THE  PRECIOUS  BLOOD. 


LORY  be  to  Jesus, 
Who  in  bitter  pains 
Poured  for  me  His  life-blood 

From  His  sacred  veins  ! 
Grace  and  life  eternal 

In  that  blood  I  find  ; 
Blest  be  His  compassion. 
Infinitely  kind. 

Blest  through  endless  ages 

Be  the  precious  stream 
Which  from  endless  torment 

Doth  the  world  redeem. 
There  the  fainting  spirit 

Drinks  of  life  her  fill ; 
There,  as  in  a  fountain, 

Laves  herself  at  will. 

O  the  blood  of  Christ ! 

It  soothes  the  Father's  ire  3 
Opes  the  gates  of  heaven  ; 

Quells  eternal  fire. 


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Abel's  blood  for  vengeance 
Pleaded  to  the  skies  : 

But  the  blood  of  Jesus 
For  our  pardon  cries. 

Oft  as  earth,  exulting, 

Wafts  its  praise  on  high. 
Hell  with  terror  trembles, 

Heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 
Lift  ye,  then,  your  voices  ; 

Swell  the  mighty  flood  ; 
Louder  still  and  louder 

Praise  the  Precious  Blood. 


ROCK  OF  AGES. 

|OCK  of  Ages,  rent  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure  : 
Sarre  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 


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Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  Thy  Cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace; 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly  ; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne — 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 


THE  NAME   OF    JESUS. 

LL  hail  !  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall  ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altars  call  ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 


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Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all  ! 

Oh  !  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  His  feet  may  fall  ! 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 


JESUS,   THE  VERY  THOUGHT  OF  THEE. 

ESUS,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 

O  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart ! 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek  ! 
To  those  who  fall  how  kind  Thou  art ! 

How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 


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But  what  to  those  who  find  ?    Ah  !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show. 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is 

None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

Jesu,  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  prize  wilt  be. 
Jesu,  be  Thou  our  glory  now 

And  through  eternity. 



Y  JESUS  CHRIST  BE   PRAISED!  /?   '     y -r- 

HEN  morning  gilds  the  skies, 
My  heart,  awaking,  cries, 
May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 
Alike  "at  work  and  prayer 
To  Jesus  I  repair, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 

The  sacred  minster-bell, 
It  peals  o'er  hill  and  dell, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised! 
Oh  !  hark  to  what  it  sings, 
As  joyously  it  rings, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 


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When  you  begin  the  day, 
Oh  !  never  fail  to  say, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 
And  at  your  work  rejoice 
To  sing  with  heart  and  voice, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 

Be  this  at  meals  your  grace. 
In  every  time  and  place, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 
Be  this,  when  day  is  past, 
Of  all  your  thoughts  the  last, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 

To  God  the  Word  on  high 
The  hosts  of  angels  cry, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 
Let  children  too  upraise 
Their  voice  in  hymns  of  praise, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 

Let  earth's  wide  circle  round 
In  joyful  notes  resound, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 
Let  air,  and  sea,  and  sky 
Through  depth  and  height  reply, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 


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JESUS  SUBJECT   TO   HIS  PARENTS. 

H  !   how  much  I  love   that  sweet  story 
of  old, 

Where  Jesus  is  found  'mid  the  sages  so  gray! 
And  how  very  much  do  I  love  to  be  told 
Of  all  the  wise  things  He  so  sweetly  did  say! 

But  oh  !  there  is  one  part  I  love  most  to  hear, 
Which  tells  me  how  Jesus,  the  Teacher  of 
men, 
His  poor,  humble  parents  so  much  did  revere 
As  to  yield  to  their  will  and  be  subject  to 
them. 

They  tell  me  this  lesson  was  given  for  me 
That  I  might  be  docile,  and  willing,  and  mild, 

And  that  my  dear  Jesus  would  have  me  to  be 
An  humble,  a  quiet  and  good  little  child. 

Ah  !  then,  I  will  strive  to  be  gentle  and  good, 
For  the  sake  of  my  Saviour,  who  loved  me 
so  dear. 

I  never  again  will  be  naughty  or  rude, 
But  try  to  be  all  that  my  Jesus  was  here. 


102  Hymns  and  Songs 

HEART  OF   THE  HOLY  CHILD. 


EART  of  the  holy  Child, 
Hide  me  in  Thee  ; 
Purest  and  undefiled, 

Purify  me. 
Joy  of  my  infant  life, 
Far  from  evil  passions  rife. 
Troubling  this  world  of  strife. 
Keep  me  with  Thee. 

Sweet  Child  of  Bethlehem, 
Open  Thine  heart ; 

Lessons  from  Nazareth 
Deign  to  impart. 

Mary  and  Joseph  dear. 

Let  us  be  to  Jesus  near; 

With  you  we  shall  not  fear 
From  Him  to  part. 


IN  FA  NJ   JESUS,   MEEK  AND  MILD. 

NFANT  Jesus,  meek  and  mild, 
Look  on  me,  a  little  child  ; 
Pity  mine  and  pity  me, 
Suffer  me  to  come  to  Thee. 


U^~<-jL*y 


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Heart  of  Jesus,  I  adore  Thee, 
Heart  of  Mary,  I  implore  thee, 
Heart  of  Joseph,  pure  and  just — 
In  these  hearts  I  put  my  trust.     Amen. 


SCHOOL  HYMtT. 

JESUS  !  God  and  man  ! 
For  love   of  children  once 
child; 
O  Jesus  !  God  and  man  ! 
We  hail  Thee,  Saviour,  sweet  and  mild. 

O  Jesus  !  God  and  man  ! 
Make  us  poor  children  dear  to  Thee, 

And  lead  us  to  Thyself, 
To  love  Thee  for  eternity. 

O  Jesus  !  Mary's  Son  ! 
On  Thee  for  grace  we  children  call ; 

Make  us  all  men  to  love, 
But  to  love  Thee  beyond  them  all. 


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O  Jesus  !  bless  our  work  ; 
Our  sorrows  soothe,  our  sins  forgive. 

Oh  !  happy,  happy  they 
Who  in  the  Church  of  Jesus  live! 

O  God  most  great  and  good  \ 
At  work  or  play,  by  night  or  day, 

Make  us  remember  Thee, 
Who  dost  remember  us  alway. 


FEAST  OF    ALL    SOULS,    NOVEMBER  2. 

THE  SOULS  OF  THE  FA  ITHFUL. 


TjBE  souls  of  the  faithful 

JB     Who  sleep  in  the  Lord, 
But  as  yet  are  shut  out 

From  your  final  reward, 
Oh  !  would  I  could  lend  you 

Assistance  to  fly 
From  your  prison  below 

To  your  palace  on  high  ! 


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O  Father  of  mercies  ! 

Thine  anger  withhold  ; 
These  works  of  Thy  hand 

In  Thy  mercy  behold. 
Too  oft  from  Thy  path 

They  have  wandered  aside  ; 
But  Thee,  their  Creator, 

They  never  denied. 

O  tender  Redeemer ! 

Their  misery  see. 
Deliver  the  souls 

That  were  ransomed  by  Thee. 
Behold  how  they  love  Thee 

Despite  of  their  pain  ! 
Restore  them,  restore  them 

To  favor  again. 

O  Spirit  of  grace  ! 

O  consoler  divine  ! 
See  how  for  Thy  presence 

They  longingly  pine. 
Oh  !  then,  to  enliven 

Their  sadness  descend, 
And  fill  them  with  peace 

And  with  joy  in  the  end. 


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O  Mother  of  mercy  ! 

Dear  Soother  in  grief! 
Send  thou  to  their  torments 

A  balmy  relief, 
Attemper  the  rigor 

Of  justice  severe, 
And  soften  their  flames 

With  a  pitying  tear. 

Ye  patrons  who  watched 

O'er  their  safety  below, 
Oh  !  think  how  they  need 

Your  fidelity  now ; 
And  stir  all  the  angels 

And  saints  of  the  sky 
To  plead  for  the  souls 

That  upon  you  rely. 

Ye  friends  who,  once  sharing 

Their  pleasures  and  pain, 
Now  haply  ready, 

In  Paradise  reign, 
Oh  !  comfort  their  hearts 

With  a  whisper  of  love, 
And  call  them  to  share 

In  your  pleasures  above. 


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O  Fountain  of  goodness  ! 

Accept  our  sighs. 
Let  Thy  mercy  bestow 

What  Thy  justice  denies. 
So  may  Thy  poor  captives, 

Released  from  their  woes. 
Thy  praises  proclaim 

While  eternity  flows. 

All  ye  who  would  honor 

The  saints  and  their  Head, 
Remember,  remember, 

To  pray  for  the  dead; 
And  they  in  return, 

From  their  misery  freed, 
To  you  will  be  friends 

In  the  hour  of  need,.    Amen.,,  , 

C *-*  urvisU  t  /fSt 

OH  I     TURN   TO  JESUS,  MOTHER,    TURN. 


H  !  turn  to  Jesus,  Mother,  turn, 
And   call    Him   by   His    tend'res* 
names  ; 
Pray  for  the  holy  souls  that  burn 
This  hour  amid  the  cleansing  flames, 


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Ah  !  they  have  fought  a  gallant  fight. 

In  death's  cold  arms  they  persevered; 
And,  after  life's  uncheery  night, 

The  harbor  of  their  rest  is  neared. 

Spouses  of  Christ  they  are  ;  for  He 
Was  wedded  to  them  by  His  blood  ; 

And  angels  o'er  their  destiny 
In  wondering  adoration  brood. 

They  are  the  children  of  thy  tears ; 

Then  hasten,  Mother,  to  their  aid. 
In  pity  think  each  hour  appears 

An  age  while  glory  is  delayed. 

O  Mary !  let  thy  Son  no  more 

His  lingering  spouses  thus  expect; 

God's  children  to  their  God  restore, 
And  to  the  Spirit  His  elect. 

Pray,  then,  as  Thou  hast  ever  prayed ; 

Angels  and  souls  all  look  to  thee  ; 
God  waits  thy  prayers,  for  He  hath  made 

Those  prayers  His  law  of  charity. 


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HYMNS    FOR    FESTIVALS    OF  THE   BLESSED 
VIRGIN    MARY. 

IMMA  CULA  TE      CON  CEP  TION. 

O  PUREST   OF  CREA  TURES I 

PART    I. 

PUREST  of  creatures  !  sweet  Mother, 
sweet  Maid, 


The  one  spotless  womb  wherein  Jesus  was  laid, 
Dark  night  hath  come  down  on  us,  Mother, 

and  we 
Look  out  for  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the  Sea. 

Deep  night  hath  come  down  on  this  rough- 
spoken  world, 

And  the  banners  of  darkness  are  boldly  un- 
furled, 

And  the  tempest-tossed  Church,  all  her  eyes 
are  on  thee  ; 

They  look  to  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the 
Sea. 

He  gazed  on  thy  soul — it  was  spotless  and  fair; 
The  empire  of  sin  it  had  never  been  there  ; 


no  Hymns  and  Songs 

For  none  had  e'er  owned  thee,  dear  Mother, 

but  He, 
He  was  won  by  thy  clear  shining,  sweet  Star 
/         of  the  Sea. 

Earth  gave  Him  one   lodging,  'twas    deep    in 

thy  breast ; 
And  God  found  a  home  where  the  sinner  finds 

rest. 
His  home  and  His  hiding-place  both  were  in 

thee, 
And  He  shone  in  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of 

the  Sea. 

Oh  !  blissful  and  calm  was  the  wonderful  rest 
That   thou   gavest    thy   God    in    thy   virginal 

breast. 
For  the  heaven  He  left  He  found  heaven  in 

thee, 
And  He  shone  in  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the 

Sea. 


To  sinners  what  comfort,  to  angels  what  mirth, 
That  God  found  one  creature  unfalien  on  earth, 


for  Catholic  Children.  in 

<**ne  spot  where  His  Spirit  untroubled  could  be, 
The  depths  of  thy  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the 
Sea! 

Oh  !    shine  on  us   brighter  than   ever,   then 

shine  ; 
For  the  greatest  of  honors,  dear  Mother,  is 

thine. 
"  Conceived  without  sin  "  thy  new  title  shall 

be, 
Clear  light  from  thy  birth-spring,  sweet  Star 

of  the  Sea. 

So  worship  we  God  in  these  rude  latter  days  ; 
So  worship  we  Jesus  our  Love,  when  we  praise 
His  wonderful  grace  in  the  gifts  He  gave  thee, 
The  gift  of  clear  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the  Sea.  j 

Deep  night  hath  come  down  on  us,  Mother — 

deep  night, 
And  we  need  more  than  ever  the  guide  of  thy 

light; 
For   the   darker   the    night    is,    the    brighter 

should  be 
Thy  beautiful  shining,  sweet  Star  of  the  Sea. 


ii2  Hymns  and  Songs 

O  MARIA,  SINE  LA  BE   CONCEPT  A, 

MARIA,  O  Maria,  sine  labe  concep 

O  Maria,  O  Maria,  sine  labe  concept 
Sine  labe  originali,  sine  labe  concepta  ; 
O  Maria,  O  Maria,  "sine  labe  concepta. 

Ora  pro  nobis,  O  Maria  ! 

Ora  pro  nobis,  O  Maria  ! 

O  Maria,  O  Maria  (as  above). 


NATIVITY  OF  B.  V.  M. 

INFANTS  HYMN    TO   THE  B.    V.   MARY. 

ITTLE  children,  hail  the  morn 
That  our  infant  queen  was  born 
Sweetest  flowers  her  crib  adorn, 

Hail,  sweet,  happy  morn  ! 
Yes,  she  comes,  the  Morning  Star, 
Prophets  hailed  her  from  afar, 
Heaven  with  earth  no  more  at  war, 
Hail,  sweet,  happy  morn  ! 


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In  the  cradle  Mary  lies  ; 
Angels  see  with  glad  surprise 
Heaven  reflected  in  her  eyes, 

Hail,  sweet,  happy  morn  ! 
By  thy  sweet  nativity, 
By  thy  spotless  infancy, 
Infant  queen,  let  infants  be 

Ever  dear  to  thee. 


THE  ANNUNCIATION. 

HAIL.  OCEAN  STAR  I 

£U^e   v.' 

AIL,  Ocean  Star  ! 

Dear  Mother  of  my  God  ! 


Hail  !  O  thou  Virgin  evermore, 
Of  Paradise  the  blissful  door  ; 
Hail,  Mary,  hail  ! 

Oh  !  by  thy  joy, 
When  Gabriel  hailed  thee  blest, 
In  peace  confirm  us,  one  and  all, 
And  make  amends  for  Eva's  fall ; 
Hail,  Mary,  hail ! 


ii4  Hymns  and  Songs 

Break  thou  the  chain 
Of  those  whom  sin  has  bound  ; 
Upon  the  blind  thy  radiance  pour  ; 
Each  ill  remove,  each  bliss  implore  ; 
Hail,  Mary,  hail  ! 

Show,  show  thyself 
The  Mother  that  thou  art  ; 
Present  our  prayers  before  His  throne, 
Who  for  our  sake  became  thy  Son  ; 
Hail,  Mary,  hail  ! 

O  Virgin  blest  ! 
O  meekest  of  the  meek  ! 
Keep  us  in  virtue's  path  secure  ; 
Keep  us,  oh  !  keep  us  meek  and  pure  ; 
Hail,  Mary,  hail  ! 

Be  thou  our  guide 
Of  all  our  life,  we  pray  ; 
Till,  near  thee,  safe  at  last  we  rest, 
With  Christ's  eternal  vision  blest ; 
Hail,  Mary,  hail  ! 

Through  every  time. 
Through  all  eternity, 


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To  Thee,  O  Father,  Thee,  O  Son, 
And  Thee,  O  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ! 
One  glory  be  ! 

THE  MAGNIFICAT. 

AGNIFICAT  !     Inspired  word, 
From  Mary's  raptured  bosom  poured, 
My  soul  with  Mary  bless  the  Lord. 
Magnificat  ! 

Magnificat  !    Oh  !  whence  is  this, 
That  God  should  heed  my  littleness  ? 
Henceforward  all  my  name  shall  bless. 
Magnificat  ! 

Magnificat  !    Praise  God  alone, 
The  mercy  of  my  Saviour  own  ; 
For  He  hath  mighty  wonders  done. 
Magnificat  ! 

Magnificat  !    His  wondrous  grace 
Is  manifest  from  race  to  race 
Of  them  who  fear  before  His  face. 
Magnificat  ! 


1*6  Hymns  and  Songs 

Magnificat !    He  hath  brought  down 
The  proud  man  from  his  lofty  throne. 
And  lifted  up  the  humble  one. 
Magnificat  ! 

Magnificat  !    Grace  for  the  poor  ! 
The  poor  who  plead  at  Mercy's  door', 
The  scornful  rfch  shall  have  no  more. 
Magnificat ! 

Magnificat  !    In  me  behold 
Fulfilled  the  promises  of  old 
To  Abr'ham  and  the  Fathers  told. 
Magnificat ! 

Magnificat  !    The  song  of  praise 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  raise  ! 
One  God  throughout  eternal  days  ! 
Magnificat ! 


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PURIFICATION. 

JOY,  JOY,    THE  MOTHER   COMES. 


OY,  joy,  the  Mother  comes, 
And  in  her  arms  she  brings 
The  Light  of  all  the  world, 

The  Christ,  the  King  of  kings  ; 
And  in  her  heart  the  while 
All  silently  she  sings. 

Saint  Joseph  follows  near, 

In  rapture  lost  and  love, 
While  angels  round  at>out 

In  glowing  circles  move, 
And  o'er  the  Mother  broods 

The  everlasting  Dove. 

There  in  the  temple  court 

Old  Simeon's  heart  beats  high, 

And  Anna  feeds  her  soul 
With  food  of  prophecy  ; 

But  see,  the  shadows  pass, 
The  world's  true  Light  draws  nigh. 


u8  Hymns  and  Songs 

O  Infant  God,  O  Christ, 
O  Light  most  beautiful, 

Thou  comest,  Joy  of  joys, 
All  darkness  to  annul, 

And  brightest  lights  of  earth 
Beside  Thy  Light  are  dull. 

ASSUMPTION. 

S/NG,   S/NG,    YE  ANGEL  BANDS. 

ING,  sing,  ye  angel  bands, 
All  beautiful  and  bright ; 
For  higher  still,  and  higher, 

Through  fields  of  starry  light, 
Your  Virgin  Queen  ascends, 
Like  the  sweet  moon  at  night. 

O  happy  angels  !  look, 
How  beautiful  she  is  ! 

See  !    Jesus  bears  her  up  ! 
Her  hands  are  locked  in  His. 

Oh  !  who  can  tell  the  height 
Of  that  fair  Mother's  bliss  ? 


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On  through  the  countless  stars 

Proceeds  the  bright  array  ; 
And  Love  Divine  comes  forth 

To  light  her  on  the  way, 
Through  gloom  of  earthly  night, 

Into  celestial  day. 

Swifter  and  swifter  grows 
That  wondrous  flight  of  love, 

As  though  her  heart  were  drawn 
More  veh'mentty  above  ; 

While  joyful  angels  part 
A  pathway  for  the  Dove. 

Hark  !  hark  !  through  highest  heaven 
What  sounds  of  mystic  mirth  ! 

Mar}'',  by  God  proclaimed 
The  Queen  of  spotless  birth, 

And  diademed  with  stars 
The  lowliest  of  the  earth. 

And  shall  I  lose  thee  then — 
Lose  my  sweet  right  to  thee  ? 

Oh  !  no  ;  the  Angels'  Queen 
Man's  Mother  still  will  be  ; 

And  thou  upon  thy  throne 
Wilt  keep  thy  love  for  me. 


i2o  Hymns  and  Songs 


HAIL,    VIRGIN   OF   VIRGINS. 

AIL,  Virgin  of  virgins  \ 
Thy  praises  we  sing, 
Thy  throne  is  in  heaven, 

Thy  Son  is  its  King. 
The  saints  and  the  angels 

Thy  glory  proclaim  ; 
All  nations  devoutly 
Bow  down  at  thy  name. 

Let  all  sing  of  Mary, 

The  Mystical  Rod, 
The  Mirror  of  Justice, 

The  Handmaid  of  God. 
Let  valley  and  mountain 

Unite  in  her  praise, 
The  sea  with  its  waters. 

The  sun  with  its  rays. 

Let  souls  that  are  holy 

Still  holier  be, 
To  sing  with  the  angels, 

Sweet  Mary,  of  thee. 


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Let  all  who  are  sinners 

To  virtue  return, 
That  hearts  without  number 

With  thy  love  may  burn. 

Thy  name  is  our  power, 

Thy  love  is  our  light ; 
We  praise  thee  at  morning, 

At  noon,  and  at  night. 
We  thank  thee,  we  bless  thee, 

When  happy  and  free  ; 
When  tempted  by  Satan, 

We  call  upon  thee. 

Oh  !  be  thou  our  Mother, 

And  pray  to  the  Lord, 
That  all  may  acknowledge 

And  worship  His  word. 
That  good  men  with  courage 

May  walk  in  His  ways, 
And  bad  men,  converted, 

May  join  in  His  praise. 


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STAR  OF  JACOB. 

|  TAR  of  Jacob,  ever  beaming, 

Bright  and  clear,  of  peace  the  sign ; 
'Mid  the  stars  of  highest  heaven 
Glows  no  purer  ray  than  Thine. 

All  in  stoles  of  snowy  brightness, 

Unto  Thee  the  angels  sing  ; 
Unto  Thee  the  Virgin  choirs — 

Mother  of  th'  Eternal  King  ! 

Joyful  in  Thy  path  they  scatter 

Roses  white  and  lilies  fair  ; 
Yet  with  Thy  chaste  bosom's  whiteness, 

Rose  nor  lily  can  compare. 

Oh  !  that  this  low  earth  of  ours, 

Answering  th'  angelic  strain, 
With  Thy  praises  might  re-echo, 

Till  the  heavens  replied  again. 

Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit, 

Be  to  Thee,  O  Virgin's  Son  ! 
With  the  Father  and  the  Spirit, 

While  eternal  ages  run. 


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MONTH  OF  MARY. 

NOW  and  rain  have  vanished, 
Winds  have  ceased  to  wail. 
Winter  now  is  banished, 
Bright  are  hill  and  vale. 
Gentle  Mother,  hear  us 

At  thy  altar  pray  ; 
Queen  of  Virgins,  bless  us 
On  this  sweet  May  day. 

Spring  hath  come  with  flowers, 
Spring  hath  come  with  light ; 

Soft  and  rosy  hours 
Fill  the  day  and  night. 
Gentle  Mother,  etc. 

Stars  above  us  gleaming 

Tell  of  Mary's  worth  ; 
Blossoms  round  us  teeming 

Speak  her  praise  on  earth. 
Gentle  Mother,  etc. 

Grace,  as  to  none  other, 

To  her  soul  was  given  ; 
She  became  the  Mother 

Of  the  King  of  Heaven. 
Gentle  Mother,  etc. 


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God  bestowed  upon  her 
Glories  all  her  own  ; 

Earth's  sublimest  honor, 
Heaven's  queenly  throne. 
Gentle  Mother,  etc. 


THE  JOYOUS  BIRDS  ARE  SINGING. 

HE  joyous  birds  are  singing 
To  welcome  in  the  day  ; 
The  fairest  buds  are  springing 
To  hail  the  beauteous  May. 
While  yet  the  morn  is  new, 

Come,  maidens,  to  the  bowers, 
Before  the  falling  dew 
Has  dried  upon  the  flowers. 

Quick,  cull  the  early  roses 

In  all  their  glowing  bloom  ; 
The  jasmine  which  discloses 

Its  fragrant,  rich  perfume. 
With  all  the  buds  of  spring 

Your  blushing  garlands  twine, 
And  haste  your  wreaths  to  bring 

To  deck  Our  Lady's  shrine. 


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O  thou  whose  home  of  splendor 

Is  in  yon  starry  skies  ! 
The  homage  which  we  tender 

Receive  with  pitying  eyes. 
And  from  thy  cloudless  sphere 

Of  never-dying  day 
Look  on  thy  children  here 

Who  now  before  thee  pray. 


OH !   BALMY  AND  BRIGHT. 

H  !  balmy  and  bright  as  a  moonlit  night 

Is  the  love  of  our  blessed  Mother  ; 
It  lies  like  a  beam 
Over  life's  cold  stream, 
And  life  knows  not  such  another. 

I'he  month  of  May  with  a  grace  a  day 
Shines  bright  with  our  blessed  Mother, 
The  angels  on  high 
In  the  glorious  sky, 
Oh  !  they  know  not  such  another. 


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The  angels'  Queen,  the  beautiful  Queen, 
Is  the  sinner's  patient  Mother; 
With  pardon  and  peace, 
And  the  soul's  release, 
Oh  !  we  know  not  such  another. 

O  Mary's  heart,  th'  immaculate  heart, 
The  heart  of  the  Saviour's  Mother  ! 

All  heaven  shows  bright 

In  its  dear,  sweet  light ; 
God  hath  not  made  such  another ! 

a 

HAIL!   BRIGHT  STAR  OF  OCEAN. 

AIL  !  bright  Star  of  Ocean, 
God's  own  Mother  blest, 
Ever-sinless  Virgin, 
Gate  of  heavenly  rest. 

Taking  that  sweet  Ave 
Which  from  Gabriel  came, 

Peace  confirm  within  us, 
Changing  Eva's  name. 


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Break  the  captive's  fetters  ; 

Light  on  blindness  pour; 
All  our  ills  expelling, 

Every  bliss  implore. 

Show  thyself  a  mother  ; 

May  the  Word  divine, 
Born  for  us  thine  Infant, 

Hear  our  prayers  through  thine. 

Virgin  all  excelling, 

Mildest  of  the  mild, 
Freed  from  guilt,  preserve  us 

Meek  and  undefiled. 

Keep  our  life  all  spotless, 

Make  our  way  secure, 
Till  we  find  in  Jesus 

Joy  for  evermore. 

Through  the  highest  heaven, 

To  the  Almighty  Three. 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

One  same  glory  be. 


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STAR    OF   THE   OCEAN,  HAIL! 

TAR  of  the  Ocean,  hail ! 
Mother  of  God  on  high, 
And  Virgin  evermore, 
Blest  Portal  of  the  sky. 

Oh  !  think  on  Gabriel's  voice 
From  whom  that  Ave  came, 

And  stablish  us  in  peace, 
Reversing  Eva's  name. 

Loosen  the  sinner's  bands, 

All  evils  drive  away  ; 
Bring  light  unto  the  blind, 

And  for  all  graces  pray. 

Exert  a  Mother's  sway, 
It  is  the  suppliant's  plea, 

With  Him  who,  born  for  us, 
Deigned  to  be  born  of  thee. 

O  pure,  O  spotless  Maid  ! 

Whose  meekness  all  surpassed, 
Our  lusts  and  passions  quell, 

And  make  us  meek  and  chaste. 


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Preserve  our  lives  unstained, 

And  guard  us  on  our  way  ; 
Until  we  come  to  thee, 

To  joys  that  ne'er  decay. 

Praise  to  the  Father  be. 
With  Christ,  His  Only  Son, 

And  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Thrice  blessed  Three  in  One. 


MAIDEN  MOTHER,  MEEK  AND  MILD, 

[AIDEN  Mother,  meek  and  mild, 
Take,  oh  !  take  me  for  thy  child. 
All  my  life,  oh  !  let  it  be 
My  best  joy  to  think  of  thee, 
My  best  joy  to  think  of  thee. 

When  my  eyes  are  closed  in  sleep, 
Through  the  night  my  slumbers  keep  ; 
Make  my  latest  thought  to  be 
How  to  love  thy  Son  and  thee, 
How  to  love  th,y  Son  and  thee. 


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Teach  me,  when  the  sunbenirv  bright 
Calls  me  with  its  golden  light, 
How  my  waking  thoughts  may  be 
Turned  to  Jesus  and  to  thee, 
Turned  to  Jesus  and  to  thee. 

And,  oh  !  teach  me  through  t*»e  day 
Oft  to  raise  my  heart  and  say, 
"  Maiden  Mother,  meek  and  mi)d, 
Guard,  oh  !  guard  thy  faithful  child. 
Guard,  oh  !  guard  thy  faithful  child." 

Thus,  sweet  Mother,  day  and  night. 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  steps  aright  ; 
And  my  dying  words  shall  be, 
*  Virgin  Mother,  pray  for  me, 
Virgin  Mother,  pray  for  me."    Am*n. 


MOTHER  MARl\  AT  THINE  ALTAR. 


j»|OTHER  Mary,  at  thine  altar 
gJI    We  thy  loving  children  kneel; 
With  a  faith  that  cannot  falter, 
To  thy  goodness  we  appeal. 


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We  are  seeking  for  a  mother 
O'er  the  earth  so  waste  and  wide  ; 

And  from  off  the  Cross  our  Brother 
Points  to  Mary  by  His  side. 

Thou  wilt  love  us,  thou  wilt  guide  us 

With  a  mother's  fondest  care  ; 
And  our  Father,  God  above  us, 

Bids  us  fly  for  refuge  there. 
Life's  temptations  are  before  us, 

We  must  mingle  in  the  strife ; 
If  thy  fondness  watch  not  o'er  us. 

All  unsafe  will  be  our  life. 

So  we  take  thee  for  our  Mother, 

And  we  claim  our  right  to  be, 
By  the  gift  of  our  dear  Brother, 

Loving  children  unto  thee  ; 
And  our  humble  consecration 

Thou  wilt  surely  not  despise, 
From  thy  high  and  lofty  station 

Close  to  Jesus  in  the  skies. 

Mother  Mary,  to  thy  keeping 
We  ourselves  to  thee  confide, 

Toiling,  resting,  waking,  sleeping, 
To  be  ever  at  thy  side. 


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Cares  that  vex  us,  joys  that  please  ui 
Life  and  death  we  trust  to  thee  ; 

Thou  wilt  make  them  all  for  Jesus, 
And  for  all  eternity. 

MARY,  MOTHER!    SHIELD  US. 


ARY,  Mother  ! 
Shield  us  through  life  ! 
Protect  us  from 
The  ocean's  strife. 

Star  of  the  Main, 

Beneath  thy  veil, 
Clinging  to  thee, 

We  safely  sail. 

O  Mother  dear  ! 

O  Virgin  blest  f 
Our  footsteps  guide 

Till  death's  long  rest. 

Sweet  Morning  Star, 

When  life  is  o'er, 
Then  land  us  on 

The  eternal  shore.    Amen. 


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THIS  IS   THE  IMAGE   OF  THE   QUEEN. 

HIS  is  the  image  of  the  Queen 
Who  reigns  in  bliss  above ; 
Of  her  who  is  the  hope  of  men, 
Whom  men  and  angels  love  ! 
Most  holy  Mary,  at  thy  feet 
I  bend  a  suppliant  knee  ; 
Dear  Mother  of  my  God,  I  pray, 
Do  thou  remember  me  ! 

The  sacred  homage  that  we  pay- 
To  Mary's  image  here, 

To  Mary's  self  at  once  ascends, 
Above  the  starry  sphere. 

Most  holy  Mary,  at  thy  feet 
I  bend  a  suppliant  knee  ; 

In  all  my  joy,  in  all  my  pain, 
Do  thou  remember  me  ! 

How  fair  soever  be  the  form 
Which  here  your  eyes  behold, 

its  beauty  is  by  Mary's  self 
Excelled  a  thousand-fold. 


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Most  holy  Mary,  at  thy  feet 

I  bend  a  suppliant  knee ; 
In  my  temptations  each  and  all, 

Do  thou  remember  me  ! 

Sweet  are  the  flow'rets  we  have  culled 

This  image  to  adorn  ; 
But  sweeter  far  is  Mary's  self, 

That  rose  without  a  thorn. 
Most  holy  Mary,  at  thy  feet 

I  bend  a  suppliant  knee  ; 
When  on  the  bed  of  death  I  lie. 

Do  thou  remember  me. 

O  Lady !  by  the  stars  that  make 

A  glory  round  thy  head  ; 
And  by  thy  pure  uplifted  hands. 

That  for  thy  children  plead  ; 
When  at  the  judgment-seat  I  stand, 

And  my  dread  Saviour  see  ; 
When  hell  is  raging  for  my  soul, 

Oh  !  then  remember  me. 


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O  MARY,  MY  MOTHER! 


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MARY,  my  Mother  !  most  lovely,  most 
mild, 

Look  down  upon  me,  your  weak,  lowly  child  ; 
From  the  land  of  my  exile  I  call  upon  thee  ; 
Then  Mary,  my  Mother,  look  kindly  on  me. 

O  Mary  !  in  pity  look  down  upon  me  ; 
Tis  the  voice  of  thy  child  that  is  calling  on 
thee. 

If  thou  shouldst  forsake  me,  ah  !  where  shall 

I  go? 
My  comfort  and  hope  in  this  valley  of  woe  ; 
When  the  world  and  its  dangers  with  terror  I 

view, 
Sweet  hopes  come  to  cheer  me  in  pointing  to 

you. 

O  Mary  !  in  pity  look  down  upon  me  ; 
'Tis  the  voice  of  thy  child  that  is  calling  on 
thee. 

In  sorrow,  in  darkness,  be  still  at  my  side, 
My  light  and  my  refuge,  my  guard  and  my 
guide  ; 


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Though  snares  should  surround  me,  yet  why- 
should  I  fear  ? 
I  know  I  am  weak,  but  my  Mother  is  near ; 

Then,  Mary,  in  pity,  look  down  upon  me  ; 
Tis  the  voice  of  thy  child  that  is  calling  on 
thee.  

DAILY,  DAILY  SING    TO  MARY. 


jSllAILY,  daily  sing  to  Mary ; 
Jafl     Sing,  my  soul,  her  praises  due 
All  her  feasts,  her  actions  worship 

With  the  heart's  devotion  true. 
Lost  in  wond'ring  contemplation, 

Be  her  majesty  confessed  ; 
Call  her  Mother,  call  her  Virgin — 

Happy  Mother,  Virgin  blest ! 

She  is  mighty  to  deliver ; 

Call  her,  trust  her  lovingly : 
When  the  tempest  rages  round  thee, 

She  will  calm  the  troubled  sea. 
Gifts  of  heaven  she  has  given, 

Noble  Lady,  to  our  race  ; 
She,  the  Queen,  who  decks  her  subjects 

With  the  light  of  God's  own  grace. 


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All  my  senses,  heart,  affections, 

Strive  to  sound  her  glory  forth  ; 
Spread  abroad  the  sweet  memorials 

Of  the  Virgin's  priceless  worth. 
Sing  in  songs  of  praise  unending, 

Sing  the  world's  majestic  Queen  ; 
Weary  not,  nor  faint  in  telling 

All  the  gifts  she  gives  to  men. 


GENTLE  STAR   OF  OCEAN. 
Avt  Maris  Stella. 

ENTLE  Star  of  Ocean. 
Portal  of  the  sky  ! 
Ever  Virgin  Mother 

Of  the  Lord  most  High ! 
Oh  !  by  Gabriel's  Ave, 

Uttered  long  ago, 
Eva's  name  reversing, 
Stablish  peace  below. 

Break  the  captive's  fetters, 
Light  on  blindness  pour; 

All  our  ills  expelling, 
Every  bliss  implore. 


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Show  thyself  a  Mother 

Offer  Him  our  sighs, 
Who  for  us  Incarnate, 

Did  not  thee  despise. 

Virgin  of  all  virgins, 

To  thy  shelter  take  us  ; 
Gentlest  of  the  gentle, 

Chaste  and  gentle  make  us. 
Through  the  highest  heaven, 

To  th'  Almighty  Three, 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

One  same  glory  be. 



HAIL,  QUEEN  OF  HEAVEN ! 

|AIL,  Queen  of  Heaven,  the  Ocean  Stay- 
Guide  of  the  wand'rer  here  below ! 
Thrown  on  life's  surge,  we  claim  thy  care, 
Save  us  from  peril  and  from  woe. 
Mother  of  Christ,  Star  of  the  Sea, 
Pray  for  the  wand'rer,  pray  for  me. 


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O  gentle,  chaste,  and  spotless  Maid  ! 

We  sinners  make  our  prayers  to  thee  ; 
Remind  thy  Son  that  He  has  paid 
The  price  of  our  iniquity. 

Virgin  most  pure,  Star  of  the  Sea, 
Pray  for  the  sinner,  pray  for  me. 

Sojourners  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

To  thee,  blest  Advocate,  we  cry; 
>?ity  our  sorrows,  calm  our  fears, 
And  soothe  with  hope  our  misery. 
Refuge  in  grief,  Star  of  the  Sea, 
Pray  for  the  mourner,  pray  for  me. 

<Vnd  while  to  Him  who  reigns  above. 
In  Godhead  One,  in  Persons  Three, 
The  source  of  life,  of  grace,  of  love, 
Homage  we  pay  on  bended  knee  ; 

Do  thou,  bright  Queen,  Star  of  the  Sea, 
Pray  for  thy  children,  pray  for  me. 


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THE  PILGRIM  QUEEN  OF  MERRY  ENGLAND. 


HERE  sat  a  Lady  all  on  the  ground, 
Rays  of  the  morning  circled  her  round  ! 
Save  thee,  and  hail  to  thee,  Gracious  and  Fair  ! 
In  the  chill  twilight  what  wouldst  thou  there  ? 

"  Here  I  sit  desolate,"  sweetly  said  she, 
"Though  I'm  a  Queen,  and  my  name  is  Marie: 
Robbers  have  rifled  my  garden  and  store, 
Foes  they  have  stolen  my  Heir  from  my  bower. 

"  They  said   they  could   keep   him  far  better 

than  I, 
In  a  palace  all    His,  planted  deep  and   raised 

high, 
'Twas  a  palace  of  ice,  hard  and  cold  as  wero 

they, 
And,  when  summer  came,  it  all  melted  away. 

"  Next  they  would  barter  Him,  Him  the  Su- 
preme, 

For  the  spice  of  the  desert  and  gold  of  the 
stream  ; 

And  me  they  bid  wander  in  weeds  and  alone, 

In  this  green  merry  land  which  once  wasNmy 
own." 


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I  looked  on  that  Lady,  and  out  from  her  eyes 
Came  the  deep,  glowing  blue  of  Italy's  skies ; 
And  she  raised  up  her  head,  and  she  smiled  as 

a  Queen 
On   the   day  of  her  crowning,  so  bland  and 

serene. 

"A  moment,"  she  said,  "and  the  dead  shall 

revive  ; 
The  giants  are  failing,  the  saints  are  alive  ; 
I  am  coming  to  rescue  my  home  and  my  reign, 
And  Peter  and  Paul  are  close  in  my  train." 


HAIL,    VIRGIN!    DEAREST  MARY  J 


AIL,  Virgin  !  dearest  Mary  ! 
Our  lovely  Queen  of  May  ! 
O  spotless,  blessed  Lady  ! 

Our  lovely  Queen  of  May  ! 
Thy  children  humbly  bending 
Around  thy  shrine  so  dear, 
With  heart  and  voice  ascending, 
Sweet  Mary,  hear  our  prayers. 
Hail,  Virgin  !  etc. 


142  Hymns  and  Songs 

Behold  earth's  blossoms  springing 

In  beauteous  form  and  hue  ; 
All  nature  gladly  bringing 

Her  sweetest  charms  to  you. 
We'll  gather  fresh,  bright  flowers 

To  bind  our  fair  Queen's  brow; 
From  gay  and  verdant  bowers 

We  haste  to  crown  thee  now. 
Hail,  Virgin  !  etc. 

The  rose  and  lily  wreathing, 

The  humble  violet  fair. 
To  thee  their  perfumes  breathing, 

With  sweetness  scent  the  air. 
The  mignonette,  the  lilac, 

And  sweet  forget-me-not, 
The  eglantine  and  myrtle, 

To  grace  your  wreath  we've  brought. 
Hail,  Virgin  !  etc. 

The  heliotrope,  sweet  type  of  love, 
And  star  of  Bethlehem,  too, 

The  lily  of  the  valley, 

Complete  the  wreath  for  you. 


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And  now,  our  blessed  Mother, 
Smile  on  our  festal  day  ; 

Accept  our  wreath  of  flowers, 
And  be  our  Oueen  of  May. 
Hail,  Virgin  !  etc. 


LITANY  OF    THE  BLESSED   VIRGIN. 


Kyrie  eleison, 
Kyrie  eleison, 
Christe  eleison, 
Christe  eleison, 
Kyrie  eleison, 
Kyrie  eleison, 
Christe  audi  nos, 
Christe  exaudi  nos, 
Pater  de  coelis  Deus, 

Fili  Redemptor  mundi 

Deus, 
Spiritus  Sancte  Deus, 
Sancta    Trinitas,    unus 

Deus, 


Lord  have  mercy  on  us. 

Lord  have  mercy  on  us. 

Christ  have  mercy  on  us. 

Christ  have  mercy  on  us. 

Lord  have  mercy  on  us. 

Lord  have  mercy  on  us. 

Christ  hear  us. 

Christ  graciously  hear  us. 

God     the      Father     of 
^      heaven,  § 

%  God  the  Son,  Redeemer  * 
I       of  the  world, 
*  God  the  Holy  Ghost,      ^ 
?•  Holy  Trinity,  one  God,  * 


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Hymns  and  Songs 


Sancta  Maria, 
Sancta  Dei  Genitrix, 
Sancta  Virgo  Virginum, 
Mater  Christi, 
Mater  divinse  gratiae, 
Mater  purissima, 
Mater  castissima. 
Mater  inviolata, 
Mater  intemerata, 
Mater  amabilis, 
Mater  admirabilis, 
Mater  Creatoris, 
Mater  Salvatoris, 
Virgo  prudentissima, 
Virgo  veneranda, 
Virgo  praedicanda, 
Virgo  potens, 
Virgo  clemens, 
Virgo  fidelis, 
Speculum  justitiae, 
Sedes  sapientiae, 
Causa  nostrae  laetitiae, 
Vas  spirituale, 
Vas  honorabile, 
Vas  insigne  devotionis, 

Rosa  Mystica, 


Holy  Mary, 
Holy  Mother  of  God, 
Holy  Virgin  of  Virgins, 
Mother  of  Christ, 
Mother  of  divine  grace, 
Mother  most  pure, 
Mother  most  chaste, 
Mother  inviolate, 
Mother  undefiled, 
Mother  most  amiable, 
Mother  most  admirable, 
O  Mother  of  our  Creator,  «■* 
£  Mother  of  our  Saviour,  ,*» 
2   Virgin  most  prudent,      "^ 
§,  Virgin  most  venerable,  K 
*'  Virgin  most  renowned,  * 
Virgin  most  powerful, 
Virgin  most  merciful, 
Virgin  most  faithful, 
Mirror  of  justice, 
Seat  of  wisdom, 
Cause  of  our  joy, 
Spiritual  vessel. 
Vessel  of  honor, 
Singular  vessel  of  devo- 
tion, 
Mystical  rose, 


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Turris  Davidica, 
Turris  eburnea, 
Domus  aurea, 
Foederis  area, 
Janua  Coeli, 
Stella  matutina, 
Salus  infirmorum, 
Refugium  peccatorum, 
Consolatrix  afflictorum,  Q> 
Auxilium         Christian-* 
orum,  2 

Regina  Angelorum,         I 
Regina  Patriarcharum,    ?' 
Regina  Prophetarum, 
Regina  Apostolorum, 
Regina  Martyrum, 
Regina  Confessorum, 
Regina  Virginum, 
Regina  Sanctorum  om- 
nium, 
Regina  sine  labe  origi- 

nali  concepta, 
Agnus  Dei,  quitollis  pec- 
cata  mundi. 

Farce  nobis  Domine. 


Tower  of  David, 
Tower  of  ivory, 
House  of  gold, 
Ark  of  the  covenant, 
Gate  of  heaven, 
Morning  star, 
Health  of  the  sick, 
Refuge  of  sinners, 
Comfort  of  the  afflicted, 
Help  of  Christians, 

Queen  of  Angels, 
Queen  of  Patriarchs, 
Queen  of  Prophets, 
Queen  of  Apostles, 
Queen  of  Martyrs, 
Queen  of  Confessor:;, 
Queen  of  Virgins, 
Queen  of  all  Saints, 


Queen  conceived  with- 
out original  sin. 

Lamb  of  God,  who  takest 
away  the  sins  of  the 
world. 

Spare  us,  0  Lord. 


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Agnus  Dei,  qui  tollis  pec-  Lamb  of  God,  who  takest 
cata  mundi,  away    the    sins    of    the 

world, 
Exaudi  nos  Doming.  Graciously  hear  us,  0  Lord. 

Agnus  Dei,  qui  tollis  pec-  Lamb  of  God,  who  takest 
cata  mundi,  away    the    sins    of    the 

world, 
Miserere  nobis.  Have  mercy  on  us. 

Christe  audi  nos.  Christ  hear  us. 

Christe  exaudi  nos.  Christ  graciously  hear  us. 

V.  Ora  pro  nobis,  sancta  V.    Pray   for   us,    O   holy 

Dei  Genitrix.  Mother  of  God. 

R.  Utdigni  efficiamur  pro- ^.  That  we  may  be  made 
missionibus  Christi.  worthy  of  the  promises 

of  Christ. 

Amen. 


THE   SAINTS. 

SAINT    JOSEPH. 


HOLY  Patron  !  thee  saluting, 
Here  we  meet,  with  hearts  sincere  ; 


Blest  Saint  Joseph,  all,  uniting, 
Call  on  thee  to  hear  our  prayer. 
Chorus. — Happy  saint,  in  bliss  adoring 
Jesus,  Saviour  of  mankind, 


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Hear  thy  children  thee  imploring, 
May  we  thy  protection  find. 

Worldly  dangers  for  them  fearing, 
Youthful  hearts  to  thee  we  bring  ; 

Grant,  in  virtue  persevering, 

Vice  may  ne'er  their  bosom  sting. 
Chorus. — Happy  saint,  etc. 

Thou  who  faithfully  attended 

Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore  ; 

Who  with  pious  care  defended 
Mary,  Virgin  ever  pure. 

Chorus. — Happy  saint,  etc. 

May  our  fervent  prayers  ascending, 
Move  thee  for  our  souls  to  plead  ; 

May  thy  smile  of  peace  descending, 
Benedictions  on  us  shed. 

Chorus — Happy  saint,  etc. 

Through  this  life,  oh  !  watch  around  us. 
Fill  with  love  our  every  breath, 

And,  when  parting  fear  surrounds  us. 
Guide  us  through  the  toils  of  death. 
Chorus. — Happy  saint,  etc. 


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THE   PATRONAGE    OF  ST.    JOSEPH. 


EAR  husband  of  Mary,  dear  nurse  of  her 
Child, 

Life's  ways  are  full  weary,  the  desert  is  wild  ;' 
Bleak  sands  are  all  round  us,  no  home  can  we 

see  ; 
Sweet  spouse  of  our  Lady,  we  lean  upon  thee. 

For  thou  to  the  pilgrim  art  father  and  guide, 
And  Jesus  and  Mary  felt  safe  by  thy  side  ; 
Ah  blessed  Saint  Joseph  !  how  safe  should  I  be, 
Sweet  spouse  of  our  Lady,  if  thou  wertwithme. 

O  blessed  Saint  Joseph  !  how  great  was  thy 

worth, 
The  one  chosen  shadow  of  God  upon  earth  ! 
The  father  of  Jesus — ah  !  then,  wilt  thou  be, 
Sweet  spouse  of  our  Lady,  a  father  to  me? 

When  the  treasures  of  God  were  unsheltered 

on  earth, 
Safe  keeping  was  found  for  them  both  in  thy 

worth  ; 
O  father  of  Jesus  !  be  father  to  me, 
Sweet  spouse  of  our  Lady,  and  I  will  love  thee. 


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HAIL,    HOLY  JOSEPH. 

AIL,  holy  Joseph,  hail  ! 

Chaste  spouse  of  Mary,  hail ! 
Pure  as  the  lily-flower 
In  Eden's  peaceful  vale. 

Hail,  holy  Joseph,  hail  ! 

Father  of  Christ  esteemed  ; 
Father  be  thou  to  those 

Thy  Foster-Son  redeemed. 

Hail,  holy  Joseph,  hail  \ 
Prince  of  the  House  of  God  ; 

May  His  best  graces  be 

By  thy  sweet  hands  bestowed. 

Hail,  holy  Joseph,  hail  ! 

Beloved  of  angels,  hail ! 
Cheer  thou  the  hearts  that  faint, 

And  guide  the  steps  that  fail. 

Hail,  holy  Joseph,  hail  ! 

God's  choice  wert  thou  alone  ; 
To  thee  the  Word  made  flesh 

Was  subject  as  a  Son. 


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Hail,  holy  Joseph,  hail  ! 

Teach  us  our  flesh  to  tame; 
And,  Mary,  keep  the  hearts 

That  love  thy  husband's  name. 

Mother  of  Jesus,  bless, 
And  bless,  ye  saints  on  high, 

All  meek  and  simple  souls 
That  to  St.  Joseph  cry. 

SAINT  PAUL. 

LL  ye  who  groan  beneath 
A  load  of  ills  oppressed, 
Entreat  Saint  Paul,  and  he  will  pray 
The  Lord  to  give  you  rest. 

Chorus. — O  victim  dear  to  heaven, 

O  Paul,  thou  teacher  true  ! 
Thou  love  and  joy  of  Christendom, 
To  thee  for  help  we  sue. 

Pierced  by  the  flame  of  love, 

Descending  from  on  high, 
Twas  thine  to  preach  the  faith  which  once 

Thou  soughtest  to  destroy. 

Chorus. — O  victim  dear,  etc. 


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Nor  toil,  nor  threatened  death, 
Nor  tempest,  scourge,  or  chain, 

Could  from  the  Assembly  of  the  Saints 
Thy  loving  heart  detain. 

Chorus. — O  victim  dear,  etc. 

Oh  !  by  that  quenchless  love 

Which  burnt  in  thee  of  yore, 
Take  pity  on  our  miseries; 

Our  fainting  hope  restore. 

Chorus. — O  victim  dear,  etc. 

True  Champion  of  the  Lord  ! 

Crush  thou  the  schemes  of  hell, 
And  with  adoring  multitudes 

The  sacred  temples  fill. 

Chorus. — O  victim  dear,  etc. 

Through  thy  prevailing  prayer 

May  charity  abound  ; 
Sweet  charity  which  knows  no  ill. 

Which  nothing  can  confound. 
Chorus. — O  victim  dear,  etc. 


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Oh  !  for  our  country  pray  ; 

Men's  hearts  have  grown  so  cold  ; 
Confused  by  doubts,  afar  they  stray 

From  Christ's  true,  sacred  fold. 
Chorus. — O  victim  dear,  etc. 

Great  Patron  !  pray  for  those 
Whom  error  has  oppressed  ; 

Oh  !  bring  them  all  back  home  again 
To  freedom,  faith,  and  rest. 

Chorus. — O  victim  dear,  etc. 

Praise  to  the  Father  be  ; 

Praise  to  the  Son  who  rose  ; 
Praise  to  the  Spirit  Paraclete, 

While  age  on  ages  flows. 

Chorus. — O  victim  dear,  etc. 


ST.    MARY  MAGDALENE. 


ROM  the  highest  heights  of  glory, 
'Mid  the  sweets  of  endless  calm, 


Mary's  spirit  in  its  rapture 

On  the  earth  is  dropping  balm. 


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On  the  bosom  of  the  Saviour, 
Like  a  flower  of  stainless  white, 

Lies  the  trophy  of  His  mercy, 
In  a  blaze  of  heavenly  light. 

And  yet  thou,  too,  once  wert  wandering, 

Once  wert  soiled  with  darkest  stains, 
Who  art  now  the  fairest  blossom 

In  the  land  where  Jesus  reigns. 
Thou  wert  wretched,  thou  wert  drooping, 

Thou  wert  crushed  upon  the  earth, 
Who  art  greater  now,  and  grander 

Than  an  angel  in  his  mirth. 

Queen  of  penance  !  Queen  of  fervor  ! 

Thou  art  martyr,  too,  of  love, 
And  thy  likeness  to  thy  Saviour 

Makes  the  angels  glad  above. 
Oh  !  how  wisely  hast  thou  chosen 

For  thyself  the  better  part, 
To  be  braided  like  a  jewel 

On  thy  Saviour's  sacred  heart. 

Still  the  fragrance  of  thine  ointment 
All  the  earth  is  filling  now  ; 


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And  thy  tears  are  turned  to  jewels 
For  a  crown  upon  thy  brow  ; 

There  are  thousands  in  all  ages 
Come  to  Christ  because  of  thee. 

Oh  !  then,  Mary,  with  thy  converts 
In  thy  kindness  number  me. 


SAINT  AGNES. 

AINT  Agnes,  holy  child, 
All  purity, 
Oh  !  may  we,  undefiled, 

Be  pure  as  thee  ; 
Ready  our  blood  to  shed 

Rather  than  sin  to  wed, 
And  forth  as  martyrs  led, 
To  die  like  thee. 

Chorus. — Saint  Agnes,  holy  child, 
All  purity, 
Oh  !  may  we,  undefiled, 
Be  pure  as  thee. 


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O  gentle  Patroness 

Of  holy  youth  ! 
Ask  God  all  those  to  bless 

Who  love  the  truth  ; 
And  guide  us  on  our  way 

To  the  eternal  day, 
With  our  hearts  pure  and  gay, 

Dear  saint,  like  thee. 
Chorus, — Saint  Agnes,  holy  child,  etc. 

Look  down  and  hear  our  prayer 

From  realms  above, 
Show  us  a  sister's  care, 

A  mother's  love  ; 
Be  near  us  all  through  life, 

Till  in  eternal  life, 
Free  from  all  care  and  strife, 

In  heaven  with  thee. 
Chorus. — Saint  Agnes,  holy  child,  etc. 


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LET   THE  DEEP  ORGAN  SWELL    THE  LAY. 
{To  St.  Ccecilia.) 


ET  the  deep  organ  swell  the  lay, 
In  honor  of  this  festive  day  ; 
Let  the  harmonious  choirs  proclaim 
Caecilia's  ever-blessed  name. 

Rome  gave  the  virgin  martyr  birth, 
Whose  holy  name  hath  filled  the  earth  ; 
And  from  the  early  dawn  of  youth, 
She  fixed  her  heart  on  God  and  truth. 

Then  from  the  world's  bewildering  strife, 
In  peace  she  spent  her  holy  life — 
Teaching  the  organ  to  combine 
With  voice,  to  praise  the  Lamb  divine. 

Csecilia,  with  a  twofold  crown 
Adorned  in  heaven,  we  pray  look  down 
Upon  thy  fervent  votaries  here, 
And  hearken  to  their  humble  prayer. 


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FIRST  FLOWERET  OF  THE  DESERT  WILD. 
(St.  Rose  0/ Lima.) 


IRST  floweret  of  the  desert  wild  ! 
Whose  leaves  the  sweets  of  grace 
exhale, 
We  greet  thee,  Lima's  sainted  child — 
Rose  of  America — all  hail ! 

When  first  appeared  the  infant  smile, 
Beaming  upon  thy  features  meek, 

It  seemed  as  if  there  blushed,  the  while, 
The  Rose-bud  on  thy  virgin  cheek. 

And  hence  thy  name,  St.  Rose,  was  given, 
Not  by  thy  earthly  parents'  choice, 

But  by  the  holy  Queen  of  Heaven, 
Who  bade  thee  in  that  name  rejoice. 

Transplanted  from  the  worldly  gaze, 
Which     sometimes    taints    the    fairest 
flowers, 

In  solitude  thou  lovedst  to  praise 
Thy  Spouse  amid  Religion's  bowers. 


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There  oft  thy  mind,  too  pure,  too  high. 
For  this  low  world  of  sin  and  strife, 

Held  blest  communion  with  the  sky, 
Enjoying  heaven  in  mortal  life. 

And  once,  amid  thy  rapturous  prayer, 
Thy  heavenly  Spouse  himself  came  down 

Most  sweetly  breathing  in  thine  ear, 
*   Rose  of  my  heart,  receive  thy  crown." 

And  whilst  amid  His  glories  now, 
Thou  seest  me  face  to  face — oh  !  deign, 

St.  Rose,  to  hear  thy  suppliants'  vow, 
That  grace  and  glory  we  may  gain. 


GUARDIAN  ANGELS. 
{Blest  Spirits  of  Light) 

LEST  spirits  of  light !  ye  who  have  not 
forsaken 

The  children  of  earth,  though  fallen  from 
bliss, 
Oh  !  still  watch  around  us  ;  our  bosoms  awake  r 
To  thoughts  of  a  world  that  is  brighter  thai 
this. 


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Chorus. — Oh  !  kindly  watch  o'er  us,  oh  !  guard 
and  protect  us, 
Sweet  angels  and  guides  to  the  man- 
sions of  bliss. 

The  lily  of  innocence  fondly  we'll  cherish, 
Averting  whatever  its  blossoms  may  stain. 

And  oh  !  if  'tis  fading  and  ready  to  perish, 
Restore  it,  sweet  angel,  to  beauty  again. 

Chorus. — Oh  !  kindly  watch  o'er  us,  etc. 

Then  pray  for  thy  children,  and  guard  and  de- 
fend them, 
And  ask  of  our  Father,  thy  Maker,  that  we 
May  faithfully  serve  Him — may  love  and  adore 
Him 
In  heaven,  sweet  angel,  united  with  thee. 
Chorus. — Oh  !    kindly  watch  o'er  us,  etc. 

SWEET  ANGEL    OF  MERCY. 

|\VEET  Angel  of  Mercy  ! 
By  Heaven's  decree 
Benignly  appointed 
To  watch  over  me  ! 


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Without  thy  protection, 
So  constant  and  nigh, 

I  could  not  well  live  ; 
I  should  tremble  to  die  ! 

All  thanks  for  thy  love, 

Dear  companion  and  friend  \ 
Oh  \  may  it  continue 

With  me  to  the  end. 
Oh  !  cease  not  to  keep  me, 

Blest  guide  of  my  youth, 
In  the  ways  of  religion 

And  virtue  and  truth. 

Support  me  in  weakness  ; 

My  spirit  inflame  ; 
Defend  me  in  danger; 

Secure  me  from  shame, 
That,  safe  from  temptation 

Or  sudden  surprise, 
I  may  mount  the  straight  path 

That  ascends  to  the  skies. 

When  I  wander  in  error. 
My  footsteps  recall ; 


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Remove  from  my  path 
What  might  cause  me  to  fall ; 

Preserve  me  from  sin  ; 
And  in  all  that  I  do 

May  God  and  His  glory 
Be  ever  in  view. 


O  thou  who  didst  witness 

Wry  earliest  breath  ! 
Be  with  me,  I  pray, 

In  the  hour  of  my  death  ; 
Console  me  in  sadness  ; 

Refresh  me  in  pain  ; 
And  teach  me  how  best 

I  may  mercy  obtain  ; 

That,  cleansed  by  confession 

Complete  and  sincere, 
From  every  defilement 

Afflicting  me  here, 
All  glowing  with  love, 

I  may  gladly  depart, 
With  faith  on  my  lips, 

And  with  hope  in  my  hea»t  ! 


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Nor  then  do  thou  leave  me. 

Angelical  friend, 
But  at  the  tribunal 

Of  Judgment  attend, 
And  cease  not  to  plead 

For  my  soul,  till,  forgiven, 
Thou  bear  it  aloft 

To  the  palace  of  heaven  ! 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

THE   GOOD  SHEPHERD. 

MET  the  Good  Shepherd 
But  now  on  the  plain, 
As  homeward  He  carried 

His  lost  one  again  ; 
I  marvelled  how  gently 
His  burden  He  bore  ; 
And  as  He  passed  by  me 
I  knelt  to  adore. 

O  Shepherd,  Good  Shepherd  ! 
Thy  wounds  they  are  deep  ; 


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The  wolves  have  sore  hurt  Thee, 

In  helping  Thy  sheep  ; 
Thy  raiment  all  over 

With  crimson  is  dyed  ; 
And  what  is  this  rent 

They  have  made  in  Thy  side? 

• 
"  Ah  me  !  how  the  thorns 

Have  entangled  thy  hair; 
And  cruelly  riven 

That  forehead  so  fair  ! 
How  feebly  Thou  drawest 

Thy  faltering  breath  ! 
And  lo  !  on  Thy  face 

Is  the  shadow  of  death  ! 

"  O  Shepherd,  Good  Shepherd 

And  is  it  for  me 
This  grievous  affliction 

Has  fallen  on  Thee  ? 
Ah  !  then,  let  me  strive, 

For  the  love  Thou  hast  borne, 
To  give  Thee  no  longer 

Occasion  to  mourn." 


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THE  PILGRIMS  OF   THE  NIGHT. 

|ARK,  hark,  my  soul,  angelic  songs  are 
swelling 

O'er  earth's  green  fields  and  ocean's  wave- 
beat  shore  : 
How  sweet  the  truth  those  blessed  strains  are 
telling 
Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall  be  no  more  ! 
Angels  of  Jesus,  angels  of  light, 
Singing  to  welcome  the  pilgrims  of 
the  night. 

Darker  than  night  life's  shadows  fall  around  us, 
And,  like  benighted  men,  we  miss  our  mark  ; 
God   hides   Himself,  and  grace  hath  scarcely- 
found  us, 
'Ere  Death  finds  out  his  victims  in  the  dark. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 

Onward  we  go  ;  for  still  we  hear  them  singing, 
"Come,   weary   souls;    for  Jesus   bids   you 
come  ;" 
And   through   the   dark    its    echoes    sweetly 
ringing, 
The  music  of  the  Gospel  leads  us  home. 
Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 


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Rest  comes  at  length  ;  though  life  be  long  and 
dreary, 
The  day  must  dawn  and  darksome  night  be 
past ; 
All  journeys  end  in  welcomes  to  the  weary, 
And    heaven,   the   heart's   true   home,   will 
come  at  last. 

Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 

Cheer  up,  my  soul,  Faith's  moonbeams  softly 
glisten 
Upon  the  breast  of  Life's  most  troubled  sea; 
And  it  will  cheer  thy  drooping  heart  to  listen 
To  those  glad  songs  which  angels  mean  for 
thee. 

Angels  of  Jesus,  etc. 

Angels,  sing  on,  your  faithful  watches  keeping  ; 

Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs  above  ; 

While  we  toil  on,  and  soothe  ourselves  with 

weeping, 

Till  Life's  long  night  shall  break  in  endless 

love. 

Angels  of  Jea^s,  etc. 


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NEARER,   MY  GOD,    TO   THEE. 


EARER,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me, 
Still  nil  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me. 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams 

I'd  be  nearer  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given  ; 


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Angels  to  beckon  me, 

Nearer  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee ! 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 

Nearer  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 


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O  PARADISE! 

PARADISE  !  O  Paradise  ! 
Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest  h 
Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land 
Where  they  that  loved  are  blest? 

O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

The  world  is  growing  old  : 
Who  would  not  be  at  rest  and  free 

Where  love  is  never  cold? 

O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

Wherefore  doth  death  delay — 
Bright  death,  that  is  the  welcome  dawn 

Of  our  eternal  day? 

0  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 
Tis  weary  waiting  here  : 

1  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is, 
To  feel,  to  see  Him  near. 

0  Paradise  !  "O  Paradise  ! 
I  want  to  sin  no  more  ! 

1  want  to  be  as  pure  on  earth 
As  on  thy  spotless  shore. 


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O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

I  greatly  long  to  see 
The  special  place  my  dearest  Lord 

Is  furnishing  for  me. 

O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise ! 

I  feel  'twill  not  be  long : 
Patience  !    I  almost  think  I  hear 

Faint  fragments  of  thy  song. 


HE  A  VEN  IS    THE  PRIZE. 

ES,  Heaven  is  the  prize 
My  soul  shall  strive  to  gain  : 
One  glimpse  of  Paradise 
Repays  a  life  of  pain. 

'Tis  Heaven  ;    'tis  Heaven  ;  yes. 

Heaven  is  the  prize  ! 
'Tis  Heaven  ;  'tis  Heaven  ;  yes, 
Heaven  is  the  prize  ! 

Yes,  Heaven  is  the  prize ! 

My  soul,  oh  !  think  of  this  : 
All  earthly  goods  despise 

For  such  a  crown  of  bliss. 
'Tis  Heaven,  etc. 


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Yes,  Heaven  is  the  prize  ! 

When  sorrows  press  around, 
Look  up  beyond  the  skies, 

Where  hope  and  strength  are  found, 
Tis  Heaven,  etc, 

Yes,  Heaven  is  the  prize  ! 

Oh  !  'tis  not  hard  to  gain. 
He  surely  wins  who  tries  ; 

For  hope  can  conquer  pain. 
'Tis  Heaven,  etc. 

Yesr  Heaven  is  the  prize  ! 

The  strife  will  soon  be  past ; 
Faint  not,  but  raise  your  eyes, 

And  struggle  to  the  last. 
'Tis  Heaven,  etc, 

Yes,  Heaven  is  the  prize  ! 

Faith  shows  the  crown  to  gain  ; 
Hope  lights  the  way,  and  dies; 

But  Love  will  always  reign. 
'Tis  Heaven,  etc. 

Yes,  Heaven  is  the  prize  ! 
Too  much  cannot  be  given ; 


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And  he  alone  is  wise 
Who  gives  up  all  for  Heaven. 
Tis  Heaven,  etc. 

Yes,  Heaven  is  the  prize  ! 

Death  opens  wide  the  door. 
And  then  the  spirit  flies 

To  God  for  evermore. 

'Tis  Heaven,  etc. 


THE   COMMANDMENTS. 

|NE  God  alone  thou  shalt  adore, 
And  daily  love  Him  more  and  more. 
1.  Thou  shalt  not  take  His  name  in  vain, 
Nor  aught  that's  sacred  e'er  profane. 
Chorus. — Remember  these  Commandments, 
which  were  given 
To  make  us  good  on  earth,  and  fit 
for  heaven. 

3.  No  servile  work  on  Sunday  do. 
And  keep  it  ever  holy,  too. 

4.  Obedience  to  thy  parents  give, 
That  thou  mayest  the  longer  live. 

Remember,  etc. 


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5.  Thy  fellow-man  thou  shalt  not  kill, 
Nor  even  wish  to  do  him  ill. 

6.  Great  purity  thou  shalt  preserve, 
And  from  innocence  never  swerve. 

Remember,  etc. 

7.  Thou  shalt  not  steal  nor,  knowingly, 
Keep  what  belongeth  not  to  thee. 

8.  Thou  shalt  not  e'er  false  witness  bear; 
To  lie  or  slander  never  dare. 

Remember,  etc. 

9.  Thy  thoughts  shall  always  modest  be ; 
Keep  them  from  all  uncleanness  free. 

10.  With  thy  possessions  be  content; 

Thus  wilt  thou  keep  this  commandment. 
Remember,  etc. 


COMMANDMENTS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 

N  Sundays,  holydays  likewise, 
Attend  the  Holy  Sacrifice. 
2.  All  fasts  and  days  of  abstinence 
Keep  strictly  in  the  Church's  sense. 


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Cho.  Remember  these  Commandments,  which 
were  given 
To  make  us  good  on  earth,  and  fit  for 
Heaven. 

3.  Remember,  at  least  once  a  year, 
Confess  thy  sins,  thy  conscience  clear. 

4.  Receive  Communion  once  a  year, 
At  Easter-time,  with  holy  fear. 

Remember,  etc. 

5.  The  Church  commands  that  tithes  we  pay ; 
Her  commandment  let  us  obey. 

6.  Solemnize  not  marriage  in  Lent; 
The  same  precept  keep  in  Advent. 

Remember,  etc. 


THE  SEVEN  SACRAMENTS. 


HE  Church  has  seven  Sacraments, 
As  we  must  all  believe  : 
These  means  of  grace  we  all  must  seek 
To  know  or  to  receive. 

1st,  Baptism  washes  out  the  sin 
Which  Adam  did  commit. 


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2d,  The  sins  which  we  ourselves  have  done 

True  Penance  will  remit. 
3d,  The  Holy  Eucharist  is  the 

Body  and  Blood  divine 
Of  Jesus  Christ,  both  God  and  man, 

In  form  of  bread  and  wine. 
4th,  In  Confirmation,  we  believe, 

*  he  Holy  Ghost  is  given  ; 
5th,  In  Extreme  Unction  we  get  grace, 

To  die  in  hope  of  heaven. 
6th,  In  Holy  Orders,  the  Bishops 

And  Priests  get  power  and  grace. 
7th,  And  Matrimony  blesses  those 

Who  married  life  embrace. 

All  praise  and  thanks  to  Jesus  be, 

And  to  His  Precious  Blood, 
By  which  we  have  the  Sacraments, 

The  source  of  every  good  ! 

Amen. 


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GREAT  GOD,    WE    THANK   THEE. 

REAT  God,  we  thank  Thee  for  the  grace 
Of  hearing  Holy  Mass  this  day. 
On  Sundays,  may  we  always  come 
To  hear  the  Holy  Mass,  and  pray. 

Then  may  the  grace  of  Holy  Mass 

Be  with  us  still  in  all  our  need, 
And  keep  us  from  the  stain  of  sin, 

In  every  thought,  and  word,  and  deed. 

Amen. 


HAPPY  WE   WHO.jTHUS  UNITED. 

APPY  we  who,  thus  united, 
Join  in  cheerful  melody; 


Praising  Jesus,  Mary,  Joseph, 
In  the  "  Holy  Family." 
Jesus,  Mary,  Joseph,  help  us, 

That  we  ever  true  may  be 
To  the  promises  that  bind  us 
To  the  "  Holy  Family." 


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Jesus,  whose  almighty  bidding 

All  created  things  fulfil, 
Lives  on  earth  in  meek  subjection 
To  his  earthly  parents'  will. 

Sweetest  Infant,  make  us  patient 

And  obedient  for  Thy  sake  ; 
Teach  us  to  be  chaste  and  gentle, 
All  our  stormy  passions  break. 

Mary  !  thou  alone  wert  chosen 

To  be  Mother  of  thy  Lord : 
Thou  didst  guide  the  early  footsteps 
Of  the  Great  Incarnate  Word. 

Dearest  Mother  !  make  us  humble 

For  thy  Son  will  take  His  rest 
In  the  poor  and  lowly  dwelling 
Of  a  hui^ble  sinner's  breast. 

Joseph  !  thou  wert  called  the  father 

Of  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord  ; 
Thine  it  was  to  save  thy  Saviour 
From  the  cruel  Herod's  sword. 
Suffer  us  to  call  thee  father; 
Show  to  us  a  father's  love  ; 
Lead  us  safe  through  every  danger 
Till  we  meet  in  heaven  above. 


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GOD  BLESS  OUR  POPE. 


'ULL  in  the  panting  heart  of  Rome, 


Beneath  th'  Apostles'  crowning  dome, 
From  pilgrims'  lips  that  kiss  the  ground, 
Breathes  in  all  tongues  one  only  sound — 

God  bless  our  Pope,  the  great,  the  good  ! 

The  golden  roof,  the  marble  walls, 
The  Vatican's  majestic  halls, 
The  note  redouble/till  it  fills 
With  echoes  sweet  the  Seven  Hills — 

God  bless  our  Pope,  the  great,  the  good  ! 

From  torrid  south  to  frozen  north 
The  wave  harmonious  stretches  forth, 
Yet  strikes  no  chord  more  true  to  Rome's 
Than  rings  within  our  hearts  and  homes — 
God  bless  our  Pope,  the  great,  the  good  ! 

For,  like  the  sparks  of  unseen  fire 
That  speak  along  the  magic  wire, 
From  home  to  home,  from  heart  to  heart, 
These  words  of  countless  children  dart — 

God  bless  our  Pope,  the  great,  the  good  ! 


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To  homes  and  hearts  of  saints  above, 
Which  linked  with  ours  in  thought  and  love, 
Repeating,  bless  the  pilgrims'  strain, 
As  showers  enrich  with  borrowed  rain — 

God  bless  our  Pope,  the  great,  the  good  / 


BLEST  IS   THE  FAITH,  DIVINE  AND  STRONG, 


Kj|||LEST  is  the  faith,  divine  and  strong, 

Of    thanks    and    praise    an     endless 
fountain, 
Whose  life  is  one  perpetual  song, 

High  up  the  Saviour's  holy  mountain. 
Cho.  Oh  !  Sion's  songs  are  sweet  to  sing, 
With  melodies  of  gladness  laden  ; 
Hark  how  the  harps  of  angels  ring  ! 
Hail,  Son  of  Man!  Hail,  Mother-Maiden  J 

Blest  is  the  hope  that  holds  to  God 
In  doubt  and  darkness  still  unshaken. 

And  sings  along  the  heavenly  road 

Sweetest  when  most  it  seems  forsaken. 
Oh  !  Sion's  songs,  etc. 


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Blest  is  the  love  that  cannot  love 

Aught  that  earth  gives  of  best  and  brightest, 
Whose  raptures  thrill  like  saints  above 

Most  when  its  earthly  gifts  are  lightest. 
Oh  !  Sion's  songs,  etc. 

FAITH  OF  OUR  FATHERS. 

lAITH  of  our  fathers !  living  still, 

In  spite  of  dungeon,  fire,  and  sword  ; 
Oh  !  how  our  hearts  beat  high  with  joy 
Whene'er  we  hear  that  glorious  word. 
Faith  of  our  fathers  !  Holy  Faith  ! 
We  will  be  true  to  thee  till  death. 

Our  fathers,  chained  in  prisons  dark, 
Were  still  in  heart  and  conscience  free  ; 

How  sweet  would  be  their  children's  fate, 
If  they,  like  them,  could  die  for  thee  ! 
Faith  of  our  Fathers  !  etc. 


Faith  of  our  fathers  !  Mary's  prayers 
Shall  win  our  country  soon  to  thee  ; 

And  through  the  truth  that  comes  from  God, 
Oh !  then,  indeed,  we  shall  be  free. 
Faith  of  our  fathers  !  etc. 


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Faith  of  our  fathers  !  we  will  love 
Both  friend  and  foe  in  all  our  strife  ; 

And  preach  thee,  too,  as  love  knows  how, 
By  kindly  words  and  virtuous  life. 
Faith  of  our  fathers  !  etc. 

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THE   CHURCH  OF  THE  SAINTS. 


LL  never  forsake  thee  ;  I  never  will  be, 
O  Church  of  the  Saints  !  an  apostate 
from  thee  ; 
Though   friends  may  entice  me,  and  fortune 

may  frown, 
My   Faith   and  my  Church  unto  death  I  will 
own. 

They  may  boast  of  their  wealth,  they  may  talk 

of  their  gold, 
I'll  be  true  to  the  faith  like  the  martyrs  of  old. 
"A  Catholic  live,  and  a  Catholic  die  !" 
Be  this  my  life's  watchword,  at  death  my  last 

cry. 

I  may  lose  some  advantage  and  forfeit  some 
gain, 


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I  may  meet  with  unkindness  and  suffer  some 

.   pain  ; 
But  Jesus  and  Mary  will  surely  bestow 
Richer  gifts  than  from  sin  and  apostasy  flow. 

Then  we'll  cling  to  the  priest,  and  we'll  cling 

to  the  Pope  ; 
We'll  cling  to  Christ's  Vicar,  for  Christ  is  our 

hope  ; 
We'll  fight  a  good  battle,  and  Mary  the  while 
From  her  throne  in  the  skies  on  her  children 

will  smile, 


I  AM  A   LITTLE   CATHOLIC. 

AM  a  little  Catholic, 
And  Christian  is  my  name, 
And   I  believe  the  Holy  Church 
In  every  age  the  same. 

I  love  her  altars  where  I  kneel 

My  Jesus  to  adore  ; 
I  love  my  Mother,  Mary  dear ; 

Oh  !  may  I  love  them  more. 


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I  love  the  saints  of  olden  time, 
The  places  where  they  dwelt ; 

I  love  to  pray  where  saints  have  prayed, 
And  kneel  where  they  have  knelt. 

I  love  the  Holy  Sacraments, 

They  bring  me  near  to  God  ; 
The  Church  points  out  the  way  to  heaven 

These  help  me  on  the  road. 

I  love  the  priests,  my  pastors  dear, 

They  have  left  all  for  me  ; 
Next  to  my  parents  here  on  earth, 

I  love  them  tenderly. 

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I  am  a  little  Catholic, 

I  love  my  Holy  Faith  ; 
I  will  be  true  to  Holy  Church, 

And  steadfast  until  death. 


TWO    THOUSAND    YEARS  AGO. 


WO  thousand  years,  two  thousand  years, 
Our  bark  o'er  billowy  seas 
Has  onward  kept  her  steady  course. 
Through  hurricane  and  breeze. 


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tier  Captain  was  the  Risen  One — 

She  braved  the  stormy  foe  : 
And  still  He  guides  who  guided  her 

Two  thousand  years  ago  ! 
And  still  He  guides,  etc. 

When  first  our  gallant  ship  was  launched, 

Although  our  hands  were  few, 
Yet  dauntless  was  each  bosom  found, 

And  every  heart  was  true  ; 
And  still  though  in  her  mighty  hull 

Unnumbered  bosoms  glow, 
Her  crew  is  faithful  as  it  was 

Two  thousand  years  ago  ! 

True,  some  had  left  this  noble  craft, 

To  sail  the  seas  alone, 
And  made  them,  in  their  hour  of  pride, 

A  vessel  of  their  own  ; 
But,  when  portentous  clouds  did  rise, 

Tempestuous  storms  did  blow, 
They  re-entered  that  old  vessel  built 

Two  thousand  years  ago  ! 

For  onward  rides  our  gallant  bark, 
With  all  her  canvas  set, 


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\n  some  few  nations  still  unknown 

To  plant  her  standards  yet : 
Her  flag  shall  float  where'er  a  breath 

From  human  life  shall  glow, 
And  millions  bless  the  bark  that  sailed 

Two  thousand  years  ago. 

True  to  that  guiding  star  which  led 

To  Israel's  cradled  hope, 
Her  steady  needle  pointeth  yet 

To  Calvary's  bloody  top  ! 
Yes  !  there  she  floats,  that  good  old  ship, 

From  mast  to  keel  below 
Sea-worthy  still,  as  erst  she  was 

Two  thousand  years  ago. 

Not  unto  us — not  unto  us — 

Be  praise  or  glory  given, 
But  unto  Him  who  watch  and  ward 

Hath  kept  for  her  in  heaven, 
Who  quelled  the  whirlwind  in  its  wrath, 

Bade  tempests  cease  to  blow  ! — 
The  Lord,  who  launched  our  vessel  forth 

Two  thousand  years  ago. 

Then  onward  speed  thee,  brave  old  bark. 
Speed  onward  in  thy  pride, 


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O'er  sunny  seas  and  billows  dark. 

The  Holy  One  thy  guide  ; 
And  sacred  be  each  plank  and  spar, 

Unchanged  by  friend  or  foe, 
Just  as  she  left  Jerusalem 

Two  thousand  years  ago  ! 


THE  SIGN  OF   THE  CROSS. 

CHILD  of  God  !  remember, 
When  thou  to  Christ  wast  born. 


How  then  across  thine  infant  breast 
His  sacred  Sign  was  drawn. 

And  when  confirming  Chrism 

Upon  thy  brow  was  laid, 
How  in  that  sign  the  Holy  Ghost 

His  grace  upon  thee  shed. 

Therefore,  when  sleep  invites  thee 

To  take  thy  needful  rest, 
Be  sure  that  with  the  Sacred  Cross 

Thou  sign  thy  brow  and  breast. 


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The  Cross  hath  wondrous  virtue 

All  evil  to  control ; 
To  scatter  darkness  and  to  calm 

The  tempest  of  the  soul. 

What  though  in  sleep  this  body- 
May  helpless  seem  to  lie? 

I  nothing  fear,  assured  that  One 
Stronger  than  all  is  nigh. 

On  Him  my  heart  shall  ponder 
E'en  while  my  rest  I  take, 

My  shield  and  shelter  while  I  sleep, 
My  joy  when  I  awake. 


CHRISTIANS,    TO    THE    WAR 


HRISTIANS,  to   the  war  !  gather  from 
afar ! 

Hark,  hark  !  the  word  is  given  : 
Jesus  bids  us  fight  "for  God  and  the  right," 

And  for  Mary,  the  Queen  of  Heaven. 
Now  first  for  thee,  thou  wicked  world, 

Puffed  up  with  godless  pomp  and  pageant, 
Avenging  grace  to  humble  thee 

Can  make  the  weakest  arm  its  agent. 
Christians,  to  the  war !  etc. 


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And  thou,  dark  fiend,  six  thousand  years 
The  Bride  of  Christ  in  vain  tormenting. 

Shall  find  our  hate  and  scorn  of  thee 
Deep  as  thine  own  and  unrelenting. 
Christians,  to  the  war  !  etc. 

Ah  self !  so  oft  forgiven,  thou 
Canst  play  no  part  but  that  of  traitor ; 

We  spare  thy  life,  but  thou  must  bear 
The  felon's  brand,  the  captive's  fetter. 
Christians,  to  the  war  !  etc. 

But  worse  than  devil,  flesh,  or  world, 
Human  respect,  like  poison  creeping, 

Chills  and  unnerves  the  hosts  of  Christ, 
When  weary,  war-worn  hearts  are  sleeping. 
Christians,  to  the  war  !  etc. 

Like  lions  roaring  for  their  prey, 
Armies  of  foes  are  round  us  trooping  ; 

What  then  ?     See  !  countless  angels  come 
To  heal  the  hurt,  to  raise  the  drooping. 
Christians,  to  the  war  !  etc. 

Then  bravely,  comrades,  to  the  fight, 
With  shout  and  song  each  other  cheering; 


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Strength  not  our  own  from  heaven  descends— 
The  sun  breaks  out,  the  clouds  are  clearing. 
Christians,  to  the  war !  etc. 

On  to  the  gates  of  Sion,  on  ! 
1    Break  through  the  foe  with  fresh  endeavor; 
We'll  hang  our  colors  up  in  heaven, 
When  peace  shall  be  proclaimed  for  ever. 
Christians,  to  the  war  !  etc. 

OFT  IN  DANGER,   OFT  IN  WOE, 

FT  in  danger,  oft  in  woe, 

Onward,  Christians,  onward  go  ! 
Bear  the  toil,  maintain  the  strife, 
Strengthened  with  the  Bread  of  Life. 

Let  not  sorrow  aim  your  eye, 
Soon  shall  every  tear  be  dry ; 

Let  not  fear  your  course  impede, 

Great  your  strength  if  great  your  need. 

Let  your  drooping  hearts  be  glad  ; 

March  in  heavenly  armor  clad  ; 
Fight,  nor  think  the  battle  long, 

Soon  shall  vict'ry  wake  your  song. 


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Firm  in  faith,  and  strong  by  love 

More  than  conquerors  ye  shall  prove', 

Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe, 
Christian  soldiers,  onward  go  ! 

Lord  of  might  and  majesty, 

Grant  to  us  the  victory  ; 
Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 

Holv  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ! 

SUMMER'S  DEPARTURE. 

HE  glory  of  Summer 
Is  faded  and  fled  ; 
The  wreaths  that  adorned  her 

Are  dying  and  dead  ; 
The  Autumn  is  coming, 

And,  strong  in  his  blast, 
Will  open  to  Winter 
A  passage  at  last. 

Oh  !  how  to  my  spirit 

It  seemeth  to  say  : 
"Thus,  too,  is  thy  Summer 

Fast  fleeting  away  ; 


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And  the  things  which  thou  lovest, 
Though  pleasant  they  be, 

And  the  friends  thou  hast  chosen, 
Are  fading  with  thee. 

"  Dost  thou  covet  a  Summer 
More  certain  of  bliss  ? 

Go  seek  thee  a  country- 
Far  brighter  than  this  ; 

Where  the  joys  thou  hast  lost 
Thou  shalt  never  deplore, 

And  the  friends  thou  hast  chosen 
Shall  quit  thee  no  more." 


DECA  Y. 


HE  leaves  around  me  falling" 
Are  preaching  of  decay  : 
The  hollow  winds  are  calling, 

"Come,  pilgrim,  haste  away  !" 
The  day  in  night  declining 

Says,  I  must,  too,  decline; 
The  year,  its  life  resigning, 
Its  lot  foreshadows  mine. 


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The.  lights  m)r  path  surrounding, 

The  helps  to  which  I  cling, 
The  hopes  within  me  bounding, 

The  joys  that  round  me  wing> 
All,  all,  like  stars  at  even, 

Just  gleam  to  shoot  away  ; 
Pass  on  before  to  heaven, 

And  chide  at  my  delay. 

The  friends  gone  there  before  me 

Are  calling  from  on  high  ; 
And  joyous  angels  o'er  me 

Are  beckoning  from  the  sky. 
"  Why  wait,"  they  sing,  "  and  wither 

'Mid  scenes  of  death  and  sin  ? 
'Tis  better  to  come  hither, 

And  find  true  life  begin." 

I  hear  the  invitation, 

And  fain  would  rise  and  come, 
A  sinner  to  salvation, 

An  exile  to  his  home. 
But,  while  I  here  must  linger. 

Thus,  thus  let  all  I  see 
Point  out  with  faithful  finger 

To  heaven,  O  Lord  !  and  Thee. 


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PLAINT  FOR    THE  DEAD. 

[HEN  thou  hast  conquered  !    then  at  last 
Thy  course  is  run — good-night ! 
Thou  art  well  pleased  that  it  is  past, 

Beyond  the  grave  'tis  light. 
But  ye,  dear  friends  whom  she  must  leave, 

Look  up,  and  say,  Farewell  ! 
Why  should  ye  thus  lament  and  grieve  ? 
With  her  it  standeth  well. 

Henceforth  a  life  of  joy  she  shares 

In  her  Creator's  hand  ; 
None  of  the  griefs  can  touch  her  there 

That  haunt  this  lower  land. 
Far  better  is  a  happy  death 

Than  worldly  life,  I  trow  ; 
The  weakness  once  she  sank  beneath 

She  nevermore  shall  know. 

Lay  on  her  coffin  many  a  wreath, 
For  conquerors  wreathed  are  seen  ; 

And  lo  !  her  soul  attains  through  death 

The  crown  of  evergreen.  • 

That  we  should  see  her  grave,  alas  ! 


Shows  we  are  frail,  indeed  ; 


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That  it  so  soon  should  come  to  pass, 
Our  Father  hath  decreed. 

5T\vas  but  a  while  that  she  was  sent 

To  dwell  among  us  here  ; 
Now  God  resumes  what  He  has  lent, 

Oh  !  grieve  not  o'er  her  bier  ; 
But  say,  'twas  given  at  His  command — 

Who  takes  it ;  He  is  just ; 
Our  life  and  death  are  in  His  hand, 

His  servants  can  but  trust. 

Tho'  dead,  she  speaks,  "  Dear  friends,  be  still, 

Think  not  too  young  am  I  ; 
For  she  who  dies  as  God  doth  will 

Is  old  enough  to  die." 
Father  !  it  is  a  bitter  pang 

For  frail,  weak  hearts  to  bear; 
Forgive  us  if  we  can't  return 

Thy  loan  without  a  tear. 

This  thought  alone  our  souls  shall  cheer: 

To  us  the  boon  was  given, 
Jlere  in  a  sinful  world  to  rear 

One  angel  soul  for  heaven. 


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Ah  !  when  shall  that  great  day  be  come, 
When  these  things  fade  away, 

And  Thou  shalt  bid  us  welcome  home? 
Would  God  it  were  to-day  ! 


EVENING.         . 

THE  NIGHT  IS   COME. 

HE  night  is  come,  wherein  at  last  we  rest 
God  order  this  and  all  things  for  th< 
best  ; 
Beneath  His  blessing  fearless  may  we  lie, 
Since  He  is  nigh. 

Drive  evil  thoughts  and  spirits  far  away  ; 
O  Father  !    watch  o'er  us  till  dawning  day  ; 
Body  and  soul  alike  from  harm  defend — 
Thine  angels  send. 

Let  holy  prayers  and  thoughts  our  latest  be  ; 
Let  us  awake  with  joy  still  close  to  Thee  ; 
In  all  serve  Thee,  in  every  deed  and  thought 
Thy  praise  be  sought. 


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Give  to  the  sick,  as  Thy  beloved,  sleep  ; 
And  help  the  captive,  comfort  those  who  weep ; 
Care  for  the  widows'  and  the  orphans'  woe  ; 
Keep  far  our  foe. 

Father,  Thy  Name  be  praised,  Thy  Kingdom 

come, 
Thy  will  be  wrought  as  in  our  heavenly  home  ; 
Keep  us  in  life,  forgive  our  sins,  deliver 
Us  now  and  ever.     Amen. 

OW  with  the  fast-departing  light 
Maker  of  all,  we  ask  of  Thee, 


Of  Thy  great  goodness,  through  the  night 
Our  guardian  and  defence  to  be.  «• 

Far  off  let  idle  visions  fly, 

No  phantom  of  the  night  molest; 

Curb  Thou  our  raging  enemy, 

That  we  in  chaste  repose  may  rest. 

Father  of  Mercies  !  hear  our  cry, 
Hear  us,  thou  Sole-begotten  Son, 

Who,  with  the  Holy  Ghost  most  high, 
Reignest  while  endless  ages  run. 

Amen. 


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HEAR   THY  CHILDREN,   GENTLE    JESUS. 

|EAR  Thy  children,  gentle  Jesus, 
While   we    breathe    our    evening 
prayer  ; 
Save  us  from  all  harm  and  danger, 
Take  us  'neath  Thy  shelt'ring  care. 

Save  us  from  the  wiles  of  Satan, 
'Mid  the  lone  and  sleepful  night  ; 

Sweetly  may  bright  guardian  angels 
Keep  us  'neath  their  watchful  sight. 

Gentle  Jesus,  look  in  pity 

From  Thy  great  white  throne  above.' 
AH  the  night  Thy  heart  is  wakeful 

In  Thy  sacrament  of  love. 

Shades  of  even  fast  are  falling, 

Day  is  fading  into  gloom  ; 
When  the  shades  of  death  fall  round  us, 

Lead  Thine  exiled  children  home. 


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OUR  EVENING  HYMN. 

WEET  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go  ; 
Thy  word  into  our  minds  instill  ; 
And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to  glow 
With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 

Through  life's  long  day  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus  !   be  our  light. 

The  day  is  done,  its  hours  have  run, 
And  Thou  hast  taken  count  of  all — 

The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, 
The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 

True  absolution  and  release  , 
And  bless  us  more  than  in  past  days 

With  purity  and  inward  peace. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

Do  more  than  pardon  :  give  us  joy, 

Sweet  fear,  and  sober  liberty  ; 
And  simple  hearts  without  alloy, 

That  only  long  to  be  like  Thee. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 


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Labor  is  sweet,  for  Thou  hast  toiled  ; 

And  care  is  light,  for  thou  hast  cared  ; 
Ah  !  never  let  our  works  be  soiled 

With  strife,  or  by  deceit  ensnared. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

For  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad, 
The  sinful — unto  Thee  we  call. 

Oh  !  let  Thy  mercy  make  us  glad — 
Thou  art  our  Jesus  and  our  All. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us,  night  is  come  ; 

Mary  and  Joseph,  near  us  be  ; 
Good  Angels,  watch  about  our  home; 

And  we  are  one  day  nearer  Thee. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

MISSIONS. 

THE  SINNER  INVITED    TO    THE  MISSION. 

H  !    come  to  thy  merciful  Saviour  who 
calls  you. 

Oh  !   come  to  thy  Lord,  who  forgives  and 
forgets : 


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Though  dark  he  the  fortune  on  earth  that  be- 
falls you, 
There's  a  bright  home  above  where  the  sun 
never  sets. 

|)h  !  come,  then,  to  Jesus,  whose  arms  are  ei% 
tended 

To  fold  His  dearchildren  in  closest  embrace  ! 
Oh  !  come,  for  your  exile  will  shortly  be  ended, 

And  Jesus  will  show  you  His  beautiful  face. 

Then^come  to  the  Saviour,  whose  mercy  grows 
brighter 
The  longer  you  look  at  the  depth  of  His  love  ; 
And  fear  not,  'tis  Jesus,  and  life's  cares  grow 
lighter 
As  you  think  of  the  home  and  the  glory 
above. 

Oh  !  come,  then,  to  Jesus,  and  say  howyou  love 
Him, 
And  swear  at  his  feet  you  will  keep  in  His 
grace  ; 
For  one  tear  that  is  shed  by  a  sinner  can  move 
Him, 
And  your  sins  will  drop  off  in  His  tender 
embrace. 


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Then   come   to    His   feet,  and  lay  open  your 
story 
Of  suffering   and    sorrow,   of  guilt   and   of 
shame  ; 
For   the    pardon  of  sin  is  the   crown  of  His 
glory, 
And  the  joy  of  our  Lord  to  be  true  to  His 
name. 

Amen. 


HAIL,  HOLY  MISSION! 

AIL,  holy  Mission,  hail  ! 
Sighing,  we  turn  to  thee, 


For  weary  have  we  found 
The  path  of  sin  to  be. 

Hail,  holy  Mission,  hail  ! 

Sent  to  us  from  above, 
When  Jesus  with  His  cross 

Comes  to  win  back  our  love. 

Hail,  holy  Mission,  hail  ! 

Time  of  repentant  tears, 
When  to  the  soul  returns 

The  peace  of  former  years. 


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Hail,  holy  Mission,  hail  ! 

Sweet  time  of  humble  prayer, 
When  rests  the  soul  on  God, 

Freed  from  this  dark  world's  care. 

Hail,  holy  Mission,  hail  ! 

Time  of  all  others  blessed, 
When  in  the  loving  soul 

Jesus  takes  up  His  rest. 

Hail,  holy  Mission,  hail  ! 

Foretaste  of  joys  above, 
O  Jesus  !    make  our  hearts 

Burn  with  Thy  tender  love. 


FOR    PROCESSIONS. 

BRIGHTLY  GLEAMS    OUR   BANNER. 

RIGHTLY  gleams  our  banner, 
Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wand'rers  onwards, 
To  their  home  on  high. 


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Hail,  O  holy  banner  ! 

Gladly  thus  we  pray, 
And  with  hearts  united 

Take  our  heavenward  way. 

Brightly  gleams,  etc. 

Hail,  sweet  Jesus  !  Master  ! 

Round  Thy  sacred  feet, 
Now,  with  hearts  rejoicing, 

See  Thy  children  meet. 
Long,  alas,  we've  left  Thee, 

Straying  far  away  ; 
But  once  more  we  enter 

On  the  "  narrow  way." 

Brightly  gleams,  etc. 

Mary!  Mother!  Ave! 

Israel's  Lily,  hail  ! 
Comfort  of  thy  children 

In  this  sinful  vale. 
'Mid  life's  surging  ocean, 

Whither  shall  we  flee, 
Save,  O  stainless  Virgin  ! 

Mother,  unto  thee  ? 

Brightly  gleams,  etc. 


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Ave  !  Joseph  !  Ave  ! 

Chaste  and  spotless  flower; 
Cast  thy  mantle  o'er  us 

At  death's  solemn  hour. 
Be  our  father,  ever, 

Joseph,  meek  and  mild, 
Chaste  spouse  of  our  Mother, 

Keeper  of  her  Child. 

Brightly  gleams,  etc. 

Jesus  !  Mary  !  Joseph  ! 

Sweet  and  holy  Three, 
List  the  praise  we  pay  you 

On  our  bended  knee. 

May  we  sing  your  glory 

In  glad  realms  above, 

Bound  for  ever  to  you 

By  the  bonds  of  love. 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner. 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wand'rers  onwards, 
To  their  home  on  high. 

Amen. 


Hymns  and  Songs 

ONWARD/   CHRISTIAN  SOLDIERS. 

NWARD  !  Christian  soldiers, 
Marching,  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before. 
Christ,  the  Royal  Master, 

Leads  against  the  foe. 
Forward  into  battle, 
See,  his  banners  go. 

Onward  !  Christian  soldiers,  etc. 

At  the  sign  of  triumph 

Satan's  host  doth  flee  ; 
On,  then,  Christian  soldiers, 

On  to  victory. 
Hell's  foundations  quiver 

At  the  shout  of  praise  ; 
Brothers,  lift  your  voices, 

Loud  your  anthems  raise. 

Onward  !  Christian  soldiers,  etc. 

Like  a  mighty  army, 

Moves  the  Church  of  God  : 

Brothers,  we  are  treading 
Where  the  saints  have  trod  ; 


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We  are  not  divided,     • 

All  one  body  we. 
One  in  hope  and  doctrine, 

One  in  charity. 

Onward  !  Christian  soldiers,  etc. 

Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish, 

Kingdoms  rise  and  wane, 
But  the  Church  of  Jesus 

Constant  will  remain. 
Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail  ; 
We  have  Christ's  own  promise, 

And  that  cannot  fail. 

Onward  !  Christian  soldiers,  etc. 

Onward,  then,  ye  people, 

Join  our  happy  throng, 
Blend  with  ours  jrour  voices, 

In  the  triumph  song: 
Glory,  laud,  and  honor, 

Unto  Christ  the  King — 
This,  through  endless  ages, 

Men  and  angels  sing. 

Onward  !  Christian  soldiers,  etc. 


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OUR    NATIVE    LAND. 


HAT  is  that  land  of  sweetest  name, 
Dearest  to  us  of  all  the  world  ? 
What  is  that  soil  which  freemen  claim  ? 
Whose  is  the  flag  no  foe  hath  furled  ? 
Chorus. — Tis  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home 
of  the  brave : 
Long  may  her  starry  banner  wave  ! 
United  for  ever  in  heart  and  in  hand, 
God  keep  and  save  our  native  land  ! 

What  is  that  land  the  exile  loves, 

When  through  the  world    he's    forced  to 
roam  ? 
Where  do  they  fly  like  weary  doves, 
Seeking  a  free  and  happy  honte  ? 

Chorus. 

What  is  that  land  where  faith  is  free, 
Where  we  can  worship  God  in  peace? 

Where  is  this  sweetest  liberty? 

Oh  !  may  this  freedom  never  cease. 

Chorus. 


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Praise  we  the  land  that  gave  us  birth  ! 

Dear  is  the  land  we  call  our  own  ! 
Well  may  we  sing  in  gleeful  mirth  ; 

Well  may  we  love  but  her  alone ! 

Chorus. 


THE   LORD'S   PRAYER. 

UR  Father  who  art  in  heaven — 
Mighty  one,  all  else  above — 
Throned  'mid  angels  and  archangels, 

Yet  dost  bend  to  human  love  ; 
Hallowed  be  Thy  name,  Thy  kingdom 

Come  to  every  heathen  land  ; 
Where  the  sinner  walks  in  darkness, 
Stretch  to  him  Thy  guiding  hand. 

Yet  we  ask  not  for  a  pathway 

Where  no  martyr  crown  is  won, 
Rather  give  us  faith  to  suffer, 

And  still  say  Thy  will  be  done. 
Faith  to  love  what  Thou  hast  given, 

Whatsoe'er  Thy  mandate  be, 
Till  on  earth  as  'tis  in  heaven, 

Every  spirit  bows  to  Thee. 


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Neither  seek  we  fame  and  splendor, 

Save  us  from  the  snares  they  spread, 
But,  as  best  befits  us,  Father — 

Give  this  day  our  daily  bread  ; 
All  our  needs  Thy  wisdom  knoweth, 

How  unworthy — well  we  know, 
And  what  good  Thy  hand  bestoweth — 

We  to  Thy  vast  mercy  owe. 

Oh  !  how  oft  our  steps  have  wandered 

In  the  ways  Thou  badest  us  shun — 
Oh  !  what  deeds  of  gilt  have  grieved  Thee  ! 

Oh  !  what  duties  left  undone  ! 
Pardon  Thou  each  erring  brother  ; 

Help  us  to  return  and  live, 
And  as  we  forgive  each  other, 

So  our  trespasses  forgive. 

Lead  us  not  into  temptation 

When  the  enemy  is  strong, 
For  too  prone  each  inclination* 

Ever  is  to  turn  to  wrong  ; 
Grace  of  Thine  is  all  sufficient 

Leave  us  not  to  fall  again, 
But  deliver  us  from  evil 

Now  and  evermore.     Amen. 


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209 


BENEDICTION  TO  THE   MOST  HOLY   SACRA- 
MENT. 

O  SALUTARIS     HOSTIA. 

SALUTARIS  Hostia, 
Quae  coeli  pandis  ostium: 
Bella  premunt  hostilia, 
Da  robur,  fer  auxilium. 

Uni  Trinoque  Domino 

Sit  sempiterna  gloria, 
Qui  vitam  sine  termino 

Nobis  donet  in  patria. 


TANTUM    ERGO. 
Tantum    ergo    Sacramen-    Down  in  adoration  falling. 


turn, 
Veneremur  cernui ; 
Et    antiquum    documen- 
tum, 
Novo  cedat  ritui  ■. 
Praestet  fides  supplemen- 
tum 
Sensuum  defectui. 


Lo  !  the  Sacred  Host  we 
hail  : 
Lo !    o'er    ancient    forms 
departing 

Newer    rites    of    grace 
prevail  : 
Faith  for  all   defects  sup- 
plying, 

Where  the  feeble  senses 
fail. 


Hymns  and  Songs. 


Genitori,  Genitoque, 
Laus  et  jubilatio, 
Salus,  honor,  virtus  quo- 
que, 
Sit  et  benedictio  : 
Procedenti  ab  utroque, 
Compar  sit  laudatio. 
Amen. 


V.  Panem    de  coelo  prae- 

stitisti  eis. 
R.  Omne  delectamentum 

in  se  habentem. 


To  the  Everlasting  Fathet 
And  the  Son  who  reigns 
on  high, 
With  the  Holy  Ghost  pro- 
ceeding 
Forth    from    both    eter. 
nally, 
Be  salvation,  honor,  bless, 
ing, 
Equal    might  and    ma 
jesty. 
Amen. 

V.  Thou  hast  given  theru 
bread  from  heaven. 

R.  Full  of  all  sweetness 
and  delight. 


OREMUS : 
Deus,  qui  nobis  sub 
Sacramento  mirabili,  Pas- 
sionis  tuae  memoriam  re- 
liquisti  :  tribue,  qusesu- 
mus,  ita  nos  corporis  et 
sanguinis  tui  sacra  mys- 
teria  venerari,  ut  redemp- 
tionis  tuas  fructum  in  no- 


LET   US    PRAY  \ 

O  God,  who  has  left 
us  in  this  wonderful  Sac-r 
rament  a  perpetual  me, 
modal  of  Thy  Passion : 
Grant  us,  we  beseech 
Thee,  so  to  reverence  the 
sacred  mysteries  of  Thy 
body  and  blood,  that  we 


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bis      jngiter      sentiamus.    may    continually    find    in 

Qui    vivis    et    regnas    in    our  souls  the  fruit  of  Thy 

saeculasaeculorum.  Amen,    redemption;    Thou    who 

livest  and   reignest  world 

without  end.     Amen. 


ADORO  TE. 

Adoro  Te  devote,  latens  Deitas, 
Quae  sub  his  figuris  vere  latitas  : 
Tibi  se  cor  meum  totum  subjicit, 
Quia  Te  contemplans,  totum  deficit. 

Chorus. 
Ave  Jesu,  Pastor  fidelium, 
Adauge  fidem  omnium  in  te  credentium. 

O  COR  JESU. 
O   cor  Jesu,    amoris   victima,    sis     mihi    salus   in 
tempore  tribulationis,   et  in  hora  mortis :  et  die  ani- 
fnae  meae  :  Salus  tua  ego  sum,  Alleluia. 

AVE  VERUM. 

Ave  verum  corpus  natum  de  Maria  Virgine, 
Vere  passum,  immolatum  in  Cruce  pro  homine. 
Cujus  latus  perforatum  unda  fluxit  et  sanguine. 
Esto  nobis  praegustatum  mortis  to  examine. 
O  dulcis  !     O  pie  !     O  Jesu,  Fili  Marias  ! 

Amen. 


THE  SODALITY  OFFICE. 


The  reader  begins  : 

V.  Let  us  pray  for  a  blessing. 

The  Blessing. 

May  the  Lord  Almighty  grant  us  a  quiet  night  and 
a  perfect  end. 

R.  Amen. 

The  Lesson. — St.  John,  Epistle  III. 

Dearly  beloved,  if  our  heart  do  not  reproach  us.  we 
have  confidence  in  God.  And  whatsoever  we  shall  ask 
we  shall  receive  of  Him  ;  because  we  keep  His  com- 
mandments, and  do  those  things  which  are  pleasing 
in  His  sight.  And  this  is  His  commandment :  that  we 
should  believe  in  the  name  of  His  Son  Jesus  Christ, 
and  love  one  another,  as  He  has  given  commandment 
unto  us.     And  do  Thou,  O  Lord,  have  mercy  upon  us. 

R.  Thanks  be  to  God. 

V.  Our  help  is  in  the  nan\e  of  the  Lord. 

R.  Who  hath  made  heaven  and  earth. 

Our  Father,  etc.     {All in  secret.) 

Then  the  Rev.  Director  makes  the  confession  : 

I  confess  to  Almighty  God,  etc. 


The  Sodality  Office.  213 

All  answer.  May  the  Almighty  God  have  mercy  on 
thee,  forgive  thee  thy  sins,  and  bring  thee  to  life  ever- 
lasting. 

R.  Amen. 

All  repeal  the  confession  : 

I  confess  to  Almighty  God,  to  Blessed  Mary  ever 
Virgin,  to  Blessed  Michael  the  Archangel,  to  Blessed 
John  the  Baptist,  to  the  Holy  Apostles  Peter  and  Paul, 
to  all  the  Saints,  and  to  you,  father,  that  I  have  sinned 
exceedingly  in  thought,  word,  and  deed,  through  my 
fault,  through  my  fault,  through  my  most  grievous 
fault.  Therefore  I  beseech  the  Blessed  Mary  ever 
Virgin,  Blessed  Michael  the  Archangel,  Blessed  John 
the  Baptist,  the  Holy  Apostles  Peter  and  Paul,  all  the 
Saints,  and  you,  father,  to  pray  to  the  Lord  our  God 
for  me. 

The  Rev.  Director  says  : 

May  the  Almighty  God  have  mercy  upon  you,  for- 
give you  your  sins,  and  bring  you  to  life  everlasting. 

R.  Amen. 

May  the  Almighty  and  Merciful  Lord  grant  us  par* 
don,  absolution,  and  remission  of  our  sins. 

R.  Amen. 

V.  Convert  us,  O  God  our  Saviour. 

R.  And  turn  away  Thine  anger  from  us. 

V.  O  God,  stretch  forth  to  aid  me. 

R.  O  Lord,  make  haste  to  help  me. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  etc. 


214  The  Sodality  Office, 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  etc. 
Ant.  Have  mercy  on  me,  O  Lord. 


Ant.  Alleluia. 


In  Paschal  Time. 


PSALM  IV. 


When   I  called  upon  Him,  the  God  of  mvjusti* 
heard  me:*  when  I   was  in  distress,  Thou  didst  tn 
l*rge  me. 
Have  mercy  upon  me  :  *  and  hear  my  prayer. 
O  ye   sons   of  men,  how  long  will  ye  be  dull  o, 
heart :  *  why  do  ye  love  vanity  and  seek  after  lying  f 

Know  ye  also  that  the  Lord  hath  exalted  His  hoh 
One  :*  the   Lord  will  hear  me  when  I  cry  unto  Him 

Be  ye   angry   and   sin   not :  *   the   things  ye  sa3    h 
your  hearts  be  sorry  for  upon  your  beds. 

Offer  the  sacrifice  of  justice,  and  trust  in  the  Lord   « 
many  say,  Who  showeth  us  good  things? 

The  light    of  Thy  countenance,  O  Lord,  is   sign  eo 
upon  us  :  *  Thou  hast  given  gladness  to  my  heart. 

By  the  fruit  of  their  corn,  their  wine,  and  oil  :  *  ,  a 
they  multiplied. 

In  peace  in  the  self-same  :*  I  will  sleep,  and  I  y  (V 
rest. 

For  Thou,  O  Lord,  alone:*  hast  established  mi    *> 
hope. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  etc. 


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PSALM    XXX. 

In  Thee,  O  Lord,  have  I  hoped  ;  let  me  never  be 
confounded  :*     Deliver  me  in  thy  justice. 

Bow  down  Thine  ear  unto  me  :*  make  haste  to  de- 
liver me. 

i   Be  Thou  unto  me  a  God,  a  protector,  and  a  house  of 
refuge  :*  that  Thou  mayest  save  me. 

For  Thou  art  my  strength  and  my  refuge  :*  and  for 
Thy  name's  sake  Thou  wilt  lead  me  and  nourish  me. 

Thou  wilt  bring  me  out  of  this  snare  which  they 
have  hid  from  me  :*  for  Thou  art  my  protector. 

Into  Thy  hands  I  commend  my  spirit  ;*  Thou  hast 
redeemed  me,  O  Lord  the  God  of  truth. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  etc. 

PSALM  XC. 

He  that  dwelleth  in  the  aid  of  the  Most  High  :*  shall 
abide  under  the  protection  of  the  God  of  Heaven. 

He  shall  say  unto  the  Lord,  Thou  art  my  protector 
and  my  refuge  :*  My  God,  in  Him  will  I  trust. 

For  Hehath  delivered  me  from  the  snare  of  the  hun- 
ters :*  and  from  the  sharp  word. 

He  shall  overshadow  thee  with  His  shoulders  :* 
and  under  His  wings  thou  shah  trust. 

His  truth  shall  compass  thee  with  a  shield  :*  thou 
shall  not  be  afraid  of  the  terror  of  the  night, 

Nor  of  the  arrow  that  flieth  in  the  day,  or  the  plague 


216  The  Sodality  Office, 

that  walketh  about  in  the  dark  :*  or  of  the  assault  of 
the  evil  one  in  the  noon-day. 

A  thousand  shall  fall  at  thy  side,  and  ten  thousand 
at  thy  right  hand  :*  but  it  shall  not  come  nigh  unto 
thee. 

But  thou  shalt  consider  with  thine  eyes  :*  and  shalt 
see  the  reward  of  the  wicked. 

Because  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  my  hope  :*  Thou  hast 
made  the  Most  High  Thy  refuge. 

There  shall  no  evil  approach  unto  thee  :*  neither 
shall  the  scourge  come  near  thy  dwelling. 

For  He  hath  given  His  angels  charge  over  thee  :*  to 
keep  thee  in  all  thy  ways. 

In  their  hands  they  shall  bear  thee  up  :*  lest  thou 
dash  thy  foot  against  a  stone. 

Thou  shalt  walk  upon  the  asp  and  the  basilisk  .* 
and  thou  shalt  trample  under  foot  the  lion  and  th< 
dragon. 

Because  he  hath  hoped  in  me  I  will  deliver  him  :* 
I  will  protect  him,  because  he  hath  known  my  name. 

He  shall  cry  to  me,  and  I  will  hear  him  :*  I  am  with 
him  in  tribulation  :  I  will  deliver  him,  and  I  will  glorify 
him. 

I  will  fill  him  with  length  of  days  :*  and  I  will  show 
him  my  salvation. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  etc. 


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PSALM  CXXXIII. 

Behold  now,  bless  ye  the  Lord  :*  all  ye  servants  of 
the  Lord  : 

Who  stand  in  the  house  of  the  Lord  :*  in  the  courts 
of  the  house  of  our  God. 

Lift  up  your  hands  by  night  to  the  holy  places  :*  and 
bless  ye  the  Lord. 

May  the  Lord  out  of  Sion  bless  thee  :*  He  that  hath 
made  heaven  and  earth. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  etc. 

Ant.  Have   mercy   on   me,   O   Lord,   and  hear  my 
prayer. 

In  Paschal  Time. 

Ant.  Alleluia,  Alleluia,  Alleluia. 


!2*    P      ^     HYMN. 

Before  the  daylight  sinks  away, 
Creator!  God,  whom  all  obey, 
In  mercy  guard  our  souls  from  ill, 
Be  thou  our  kind  protector  still. 

May  dreams  delusive  far  recede, 
Nor  phantoms  our  'epose  impede  ; 
Let  no  dark  fiend  to  crime  allure, 
From  all  defilement  keep  us  pure. 


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Thy  grace,  O  Father  !  may  we  share, 
Co-equal  Son  !  receive  our  prayer  ; 
Enthroned,  O  Holy  Ghost  !  with  Thee, 
Eternal  Godhead  !   One  in  Three.     Amen. 

Little  Chapter. — Jerem.  xiv. 

But  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  among  us,  and  Thy  hoi/ 
name  is  invoked  upon  us  ;  forsake  us  not,  O  Lord  oii> 
God. 

R.  Thanks  be  to  God. 

Short  Resp.  Into  Thy  hands,  O  Lord,  I  commend  mj 
spirit.     Into  Thy  hands,  etc. 

V.  For  Thou  has  redeemed  us,  O  Lord,  the  God  oi 
truth. 

I  commend,  etc. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  etc. 

Into  Thy  hands,  etc. 

V.   Keep  us,  O  Lord,  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye. 

R.  Protect  us  under  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

///  Paschal  Time  the  above  is  said  thus  : 

Short  Resp.  Into  thy  hands,  O  Lord,  I  commenO 
my  spirit.     Alleluia,  Alleluia.     Into  thy  hands,  etc. 

V.  For  Thou  hast  redeemed  us,  O  Lord,  the  God  oi 
truth.     Alleluia,  Alleluia. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  etc. 

Into  Thy  hands,  etc. 


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V.  Keep  us,  O  Lord,  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye. 
Alleluia. 

R.  Protect  us  under  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings. 
Alleluia. 

Ant.  Save  us,  O  Lord. 

CANTICLE  OF  SIMEON.— St.  Luke  ii. 

Now,  O  Lord,  Thou  dost  dismiss  Thy  servant,*  ao 
cording  to  Thy  word,  in  peace  ; 

Because  mine  eyes*  have  seen  Thy  salvation  : 

Which  Thou  hast  prepared,*  before  the  face  of  all 
peoples : 

A  light  to  the  revelation  of  the  Gentiles,*  and  the 
glory  of  thy  people  Israel. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  etc. 

Ant.  Save  us,  O  Lord,  while  we  are  awake  ;  keep 
us  while  we  sleep,  that  we  may  watch  with  -Christ 
and  rest  in  peace. 

(In  Paschal  Time,  Alleluia.) 

The  folloiving  prayers  are  omitted  on  Doubles  and 
within  Octaves  : 

Lord,  have  mercy  on  us. 

Christ,  have  mercy  on  us. 

Lord,  have  mercy  on  us. 

Our  Father,  etc.     (In  secret) 

V.  And  lead  us  not  into  temptation. 

R.  But  deliver  us  from  evil. 


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I  believe  in  God,  etc.     {In  secret) 

V.  The  resurrection  of  the  body, 

R.  And  life  everlasting.     Amen. 

V.  Blessed  art  thou,  O  Lord  God  of  our  fathers. 

R.  Worthy  to  be  praised  and  glorious  for  ever. 

V.  Let  us  bless  the  Father  and  the  Son,  with  the 
Holy  Ghost. 

R.  Let  us  praise  and  exalt  him  for  ever. 

V.  Blessed  art  Thou,  O  Lord,  in  the  firmament  of 
heaven. 

R.  Worthy  to  be  praised  and  glorious  and  exalted 
for  ever. 

V.  May  the  Almighty  and  Merciful  Lord  bless  and 
preserve  us. 

R.  Amen. 

V.  Vouchsafe,  O  Lord,  this  night 

R.  To  keep  us  without  sin. 

V.  Have  mercy  on  us,  O  Lord. 

R.  Have  mercy  on  us. 

V.  Let  thy  mercy,  O  Lord,  be  upon  us. 

R.  As  we  have  hoped  in  Thee, 

V.  O  Lord,  hear  my  prayer, 

R.  And  let  my  cry  come  unto  Thee. 

V.  The  Lord  be  with  you, 

R.  And  with  thy  Spirit. 

Let  us  pray. 
Visit,  we  beseech  Thee,  O  Lord,  this  habitation,  and 


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drive  far  from  it  all  snares  of  the  enemy.  Let  Thy  holy 
angels  dwell  therein,  who  may  keep  us  in  peace  ;  and 
may  Thy  blessing  be  always  upon  us.  Through  Jesus 
Christ,  Thy  Son,  Our  Lord,  etc. 

V.  The  Lord  be  with  you 

R.  And  with  thy  Spirit. 

V.  Let  us  bless  the  Lord. 

R.  Thanks  be  to  God. 

The  Blessing. 

May  the  Almighty  and  Merciful  Lord,  Father,  Son, 
and  Holy  Ghost,  bless  and  preserve  us. 
R.  Amen. 


MAJESTY  DIVINE ! 

Full  of  glory,  full  of  wonders, 

Majesty  Divine  ! 
'Mid  Thine  everlasting  thunders 

How  Thy  lightnings  shine  ! 
Shoreless  Ocean,  who  shall  sound  Thee  ? 
Thine  eternity  is  round  Thee, 

Majesty  Divine  ! 

Thou  art  grandly,  always  only, 

God  in  unity ; 
Timeless,  spaceless,  single,  lonely. 

Yet  sublimely  Three ; 


Hymns  and  Songs 

Lone  in  grandeur,  lone  in  glory, 
Who  shall  tell  Thy  wond'rous  story, 
Awful  Trinity  ? 

Speechlessly,  without  beginning, 

Sun  that  never  rose  ; 
Vast,  adorable,  and  winning, 

Day  that  hath  no  close  ; 
Bliss  from  Thine  own  glory  tasting, 
Everliving,  everlasting, 

Life  that  never  grows. 

Glories  over  glories  streaming 

All  translucent  shine  ; 
Splendor  still  o'er  splendors  beaming, 

Change  and  intertwine ; 
Praises,  blessings,  adorations, 
Greet  Thee  from  the  trembling  nations, 

Majesty  Divine  !  •■•>        * 

O  COME,  O  COME,  EMMANUEL. 

O  come,  O  Come,  Emmanuel, 

And  ransom  captive  Israel, 

That  mourns  in  lonely  exile  here 

Until  the  Son  of  God  appear. 

Rejoice  !  rejoice  !    Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  O  Israel  ! 


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O  come,  Thou  Rod  of  Jesse,  free 
Thine  own  from  Satan's  tyranny  ; 
From  depths  of  hell  Thy  people  save, 
And  give  them  victory  o'er  the  grave. 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  eve. 

O  come,  Thou  Day-Spring,  come  and  cheer 
Our  spirits  by  Thine  advent  here  ; 
Disperse  the  gloomy  clouds  of  night, 
And  death's  dark  shadows  put  to  flight. 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  etc. 

O  come,  Thou  Key  of  David,  come 
Aud  open  wide  our  heavenly  home  ; 
Make  safe  the  way  that  leads  on  high, 
And  close  the  path  to  misery. 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  etc. 

O  come,  O  come,  Thou  Lord  of  Might 
Who  to  Thy  tribes,  on  Sinai's  height, 
In  ancient  times  didst  give  the  law 
In  cloud,  and  majesty,  and  awe. 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  etc. 

HOLY  SPIRIT'  LORP  OF  LIGHT! 

i. 
Holy  Spirit !  Lord  of  light  ! 
From  Thy  clear,  celestial  height 
Thy  pure,  beaming  radiance  give. 


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Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor ! 
Come  with  treasures  which  endure  ! 
Come,  Thou  light  of  all  that  live. 

Light  immortal  !  Light  divine  ! 
Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  Thins, 
And  our  inmost  being  fill. 

If  Thou  take  Thy  grace  away. 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay: 
All  his  good  is  turned  to  ill. 

Heal  our  wounds,  our  strength  renew; 
On  our  dryness  pour  Thy  dew  ; 
Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away. 

Bend  the  stubborn  heart  and  will  ; 
Melt  the  frozen,  warm  the  chill ; 
Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 

Thou  on  those  who  evermore 
Thee  confess  and  Thee  adore, 
In  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  descend. 

Give  them  comfort  when  they  die, 
Give  them  life  with  Thee  on  high, 
Give  them  joys  which  never  end. 


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O  WOUNDED  HEART! 

C  wounded  Heart  !  whence  sprang 
The  Church,  the  Saviour's  Bride  ; 

Thou  Door  of  our  Salvation's  Ark 
Set  in  its  mystic  side — 

Thou  holy  Fount  !  whence  flows 
The  sacred,  sevenfold  flood, 

Where  we  our  filthy  robes  may  cleanse 
In  the  Lamb's  saving  blood — 

By  sorrowful  relapse 
Thee  will  we  rend  no  more  ; 

But  like  Thy  flames,  those  types  of  lore. 
Strive  Heavenward  to  soar. 

O  Jesu  !  Victim  blest  ! 

What  else  but  love  divine 
Could  Thee  constrain  to  open  thus 

That  sacred  Heart  of  Thine  ? 

O  Fount  of  endless  life  ! 

O  Spring  of  waters  clear  ! 
O  Flame  celestial,  cleansing  all 

Who  unto  Thee  draw  near, 


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Hide  me  in  Thy  dear  Heart, 

For  thither  do  I  fly  ; 
There  seek  Thy  grace  through  life,  in  death 

Thine  immortality. 


CLOSE  VEILED  IN  THAT  SWEET  SACRA- 
MENT. 

Close  veiled  in  that  sweet  sacrament, 

Our  Jesus'  heart,  our  treasure,  lies  ; 
Love's  priceless,  dearest  testament 

Is  shrouded  in  that  mystic  guise. 
Our  Jesus  left  His  realms  of  light, 

On  wings  of  love  to  earth  He's  flown  ; 
To  dwell  with  us  'tis  his  delight — 

He  makes  our  hearts  his  dearest  throne. 

Chorus. 

O  Sacred  Heart !  how  sweet  'twould  be 

If  we  could  die  for  love  of  Thee. 
O  Sacred  Heart !  how  sweet  'twould  be 

If  we  could  die  for  love  of  Thee. 

Love  is  not  loved  !    O  angels  !  weep  ; 

Ye  virgins  chaste,  breathe  bitter  sighs  ; 
O  earth  !  be  clothed  in  mourning  deep  ; 

Withdraw  your  light,  ye  radiant  skies  : 


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For  all  our  soul's  dear  Spouse  hath  died, 
For  all  His  Heart  with  love  doth  burn ; 

Yet  this  meek  Saviour  men  deride, 
And  for  His  love  make  no  return. 
Chorus. — O  Sacred  Heart  !  etc. 

That  Heart  for  us  could  do  no  more, 

In  anguish  deep  it  sighed  and  bled  ; 
A  cruel  spear  pierced  through  its  core, 

For  us  His  last  life's  blood  was  shed. 
That  spear,  O  Jesus  !  pierced  Thy  Heart, 

That  we  within  its  depths  might  flee. 
Oh  !  wound  our  own  with  love's  sweet  dart—* 

Let  us  expire  for  love  of  Thee. 

Chorus. — O  Sacred  Heart  !  etc. 


JESUS,  I  MY  CROSS  HAVE  TAKEN. 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee  ; 
I  am  poor,  despised,  forsaken — 

Thou  henceforth  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition — 

God  and  heaven  may  be  mine  own  ? 


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Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me  : 

It  has  left  my  Saviour  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me— 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue. 
Whilst  Thy  graces  shall  adorn  me — 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might — 
Foes  may  hate,  and- friends  may  scorn  me; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 


Soul,  then,  know  thy  full  salvation, 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee, 

Think  what  sacraments  are  thine  • 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee — 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 


Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  with  faith,  and  winged  with  prayer 
An  eternal  day  before  thee 

Waits  for  God  to  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 

Patience  shall  thy  spirit  raise  ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


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O  VISION  BRIGHT  ! 

O  vision  bright !     The  glorious  land  of  light 
Beams  goldenly  beyond  the  cloudless  sky  ; 

'Mid  heavenly  fires,  above  all  angel  choirs, 
Sweet  Mary,  our  dear  Mother,  reigns  on  high. 


Chorus. 

O  vision  bright !  Angels'  delight,  Mary  sits  enthroned 

with  Jesus  nigh  ; 
When  brighter  far  than  either  moon  or  star, 
Sweet  Mary,  our  dear  Mother,  reigns  on  high. 

O  vision  bright !     In  gentle,  loving  flight 
The  Dove  around  his  cherished  Spouse  doth  fly  J 

Where  in  that  height  of  mercy's  gentle  might, 
Sweet  Mary,  our  dear  Mother,  reigns  on  high. 
Chorus. — O  vision  bright!  etc. 

O  vision  bright !    Th'  eternal,  dazzling  light 
Of  Jesus,  her  dear  Son,  we  may  descry  ; 

Her  form  He  bears,  her  own  sweet  look  he  wears: 
Sweet  Mary,  our  dear  Mother,  reigns  on  high. 
Chorus. — O  vision  bright !  etc. 


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Hymns  and  Songs 


HYMN    FOR  APOSTLES. 

■ 
Now  let  the  earth  with  joy  resound, 

And  highest  heav'n  re-echo  round  ; 

Nor  heav'n  nor  earth  too  high  can  raise 

The  great  Apostles'  glorious  praise. 

O  ye  who,  thron'd  in  glory  dread, 
Shall  judge  the  living  and  the  dead  ! 
Lights  of  the  world  for  evermore  ! 
To  you  the  suppliant  prayer  we  pour. 

Ye  close  the  sacred  gates  on  high  ; 
At  your  command  apart  they  fly  ; 
Oh !  loose  us  from  the  guilty  chain 
We  strive  to  break,  and  strive  in  vain. 

Sickness  and  health  your  voice  obey  ; 
At  your  command  they  go  or  stay  ; 
Oh  !  then  from  sin  our  souls  restore  ; 
increase  our  virtues  more  and  more. 

k  HYMN  ,FOR  A  MARTYR.    . 

O  Thou  !  of  all  thy  warriors  Lord, 
Thyself  the  crown  and  sure  rewardv 
Set  us  from  sinful  fetters  free, 
Who  sing  thjr  mart3rr's  victory. 


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In  selfish  pleasures'  worldly  round 
The  taste  of  bitter  gall  he  found  ; 
But  sweet  to  him  was  thy  blest  Name, 
And  thus  to  heavenly  joys  lie  came. 

Right  manfully  his  cross  he  bore, 
And  ran  his  race  of  torments  sore  : 
For  Thee  he  pour'd  his  life  away  ; 
With  Thee  he  lives  in  endless  day. 

We,  then,  before  Thee  bending  low, 
Entreat  Thee,  Lord,  thy  love  to  show. 
On  this  the  day  thy  martyr  died, 
Who  in  thy  saints  are  glorified. 


HYMN  FOR  A  BISHOP  OR  CONFESSOR 

jesu  !  Thy  priests'  eternal  prize  ! 

This  day  on  us  look  down — 
This  day,  that  saw  Thee  in  the  skies 

Thy  great  Confessor  crown. 

Chosen  for  his  fidelity, 

His  love,  and  prudence  rare  ; 
The  sheep  Thy  Father  gave  to  Thee, 

Thou  gavest  to  His  ca*a. 


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He  knew  and  lov'd  them,  each  and  all ; 

Their  lambs  he  gently  led  ; 
They,  too,  in  turn  obeyed  his  call. 

And  in  his  footsteps  fed. 

He  met  the  wolf's  impetuous  shock, 
His  cunning  wiles  defied  ; 

And  for  his  flock — his  own  dear  flock- 
Was  ready  to  have  died. 


K       HYMN  FOR  VIRGINS.    ' 

Thou  crown  of  all  the  virgin  choir ! 

That  holy  Mother's  virgin  Son  ! 
Who  is,  alone  of  womankind, 

Mother  and  virgin  both  in  one  ! 


Encircled  by  thy  virgin  band, 
Amid  the  lilies  Thou  art  found, 

For  thy  pure  brides,  with  lavish  hand, 
Scattering  immortal  graces  round. 

And  still  wherever  Thou  dost  bend 
Thy  lovely  steps,  O  glorious  King  ! 

Virgins  upon  thy  path  attend, 
And  hymns  to  thy  high  glory  sing. 


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Keep  us,  O  Purity  divine  ! 

From  every  least  corruption  free  ; 
Our  every  sense  from  sin  refine, 

And  purify  our  souls  for  Thee. 


HYMN  FOR  HOLY  WOMEN. 

• 
High  let  us  ail  our  voices  raise 
In  that  heroic  woman's  praise, 
Whose  name,  with  saintly  glory  bright 
Shines  in  the  starry  realms  of  light. 

Fill'd  with  a  pure  celestial  glow, 
She  spurn'd  all  love  of  things  belcw  5 
And  heedless  here  on  eartli  to  stay, 
Climb'd  to  the  skies  h-er  toilsome  way. 

With  fasts  her  body  ehe  subdued  ;    * 
But  fill'd  her  soul  with  prayer's  sweet  foo'J  , 
In  other  worlds  she  tastes  the  bliss 
For  which  sLe  Left  t'ne  joys  of  this. 

O  Chris'  *  tUe  strength  of  all  the  strong, 
To  whovn  *ill  our  best  deeds  belong  ! 
Through  h«r  prevailing  prayers  on  high* 
In  luerjy  hear  thy  people's  cry. 


234  Hymns  and  Songs 


^  TERUSALEM,  THOU  CITY  BLEST. 
<~  e  c.c.  Z   •     j*  .  ***** 

Jerusalem,  thou  city  blest ! 

Dear  vision  of  celestial  rest ! 
Which,  far  above  the  starry  sky, 
Piled  up  with  living  stones  on  high, 
Art,  as  a  bride,  encircled  bright 
With  million  angel  forms  of  light. 

Oh  !  wedded  in  a  prosperous  hour, 
The  Father's  glory  was  thy  dower  ; 
The  Spirit  all  His  graces  shed, 
Thou  peerless  queen,  upon  thy  head, 
When  Christ  espoused  thee  for  His  bride, 
O  city  bright  and  glorified  ! 

Thy  gates  a  pearly  lustre  pour  ; 

Thy  gates  are  open  evermore  ; 

And  thither  evermore  draw  nigh 

All  who  for  Christ  have  dared  to  die  ; 

Or,  smit  with  love  of  their  dear  Lord, 

Have  pains  endured  and  joys  abhorred. 

Thou,  too,  O  Church  !  which  here  we  see, 
No  easy  task  hath  builded  thee. 
Long  did  the  chisels  ring  around  ! 
Lor.g  did  the  mallet's  blows  rebound  ! 
Long  worked  the  head,  and  toiled  the  hand  \ 
Ere  stood  thy  stones  as  now  they  stand. 


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JERUSALEM. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

How  do  I  sigh  for  thee  ! 
When  shall  my  exile  have  an  end? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

No  sun,  no  moon  in  borrow'd  light, 

Revolve  thine  hours  away  ; 
The  Lamb  on  Calvary*3  monntain  slain 

Is  thy  eternal  day. 

From  every  eye  He  wipes  the  tear, 

All  sighs  and  sorrows  cease  ; 
No  more  alternate  hope  or  fear, 

But  everlasting  peace. 

When  shall  these  eyes  Thy  heaven-built  walls 
And  pearly  gates  behold  ?  ' 

Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold? 

O  Christ !  do  Thou  my  soul  prepare 

For  that  bright  home  of  love, 
That  I  may  see  Thee  and  adore 

With  all  Thy  saints  above. 

3~t3  0 


Hymns  and  Songs. 


HYMN  ON  THE  PASSION. 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power  ; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour: 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 
View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned  •, 

O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall  ! 
O  the  pangs  His  soul  sustained  ! 

Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss  ; 

Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 


Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete. 
*  It  is  finished,"  hear  Him  cry, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 


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